the eventual home.

oh life,

it is a journey and tale in finding,

simply a home.

but nobody ever really knows,

where or whom with it lies waiting.

how the world evolves,

changes constantly how human thinks.

it is certainly contrastive for all.

i guess,

it is when one gets the chance,

to nicely meet what or who calms them,

that's when the hope arises,

of finding that heaven on earth.

it may not be the people,

you thought are confidants all along.

it always surprises you, 

the ones closest to you a whole life,

are in fact the most different.

there's nothing else to be done,

what's there remains there.

it is not a runaway,

it simply is finding your path.

back to that dwelling place.

it doesn't need to be built,

it doesn't need to be bought,

it doesn't need to be forced.

it is already around all your life,

just a matter of time encountering it.

and when it finally does,

you'll see and feel the exquisite difference.

then comes the question,

will you let yourself embrace it freely?

knock down all those walls.

those walls you thought protect you,

however really it just damages you.

it is better to live risking it all without no walls,

than to never proceed at all.

that's the only price for hope.

the greatest essence of living.

without those walls,

life opens itself up wonderfully to you.

love,

and the eventual home.