Home is not where I stay. I see that now.
It is not where I am, I know that now.
Home is a feeling, a sense of me
It is where the self can be itself
No pretense, No facade
When one is true and un-veiled in doing what he does,
Being who he is and nothing but the purity of his being,
That is when one can say he is home,
The heart and mind be straight
and nothing else matters.
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