HomeA place you want to come back to.
A place where you feel comfortable
A place you can call yours.
What if you have no place?
No home.
You may have two but not even one.
What if it’s a place where you feel like
Your neck is being twisted till you can be aborted?
What if you don’t even have as much space
That the neighbour’s dog has.
Space
You cant breathe here
All you can do is sit next to that computer
And keep typing like its listening to you
At least it pretends to be listening to you,
Occasionally it commands you and you like that.
There is a big window right where you sit,
But its just like another reminder
Telling you about the better place outside
And look, where you sit…
Next to that computer screen.
You know you can be doing so many other things,
Need to study, need to read, need to sleep,
But all you can do is sit at the computer screen.
All the big ambitions you carry
In that little mind of yours…
How far will you go?
Not beyond the computer screen.
The computer screen the tunnel
That u try to push yourself into
To come out at Canada?
In Dixieland?
Try harder, may be you can.
