Home can be anywhere, anytime,
It can be in more than one place and time.
Home is always there and never there.
Unlike Rome my home doesnt need time to be built.
Like a shadow it follows me around.
Always welcoming, its presence waxes and wanes through my days.
Morcheeba sang rome wasn’t built in a day
When your self esteem is in hiding, when you are looking for a way out, remember that maybe you’ve been brainwashed too…
the new radicals sang ‘you only get what you give’
Several years later, in America, far away, I had found my self esteem, I found a way out. Lost on the roads of a driving culture.
From your home that I shared you send me CD’s with lyrics about moving to America, lyrics about flying away, lyrics that echo my words to you. Before I left. You haunt me through songs and the mailbox. Distance in time and place are no distance at all.
For a while I tried to reconjur why I left, then found peace in just forgetting
the new radicals sang ‘someday we’ll know’.
