Home With A Heart

Home is where the heart is?
Another day of just drifting along
along with the sand of the road
picking up the dust of mundane work
in this town of no path of history that I could trace
work that only serve to live but not uplifting
The heart longs to go home
yet it is not the home that the heart feels belong to, at times
The ideal home seems to remain as sketches in the head
illustrations that only serve as a guide in the mind of the future
desperately yearning to break free
dutifully waiting to be realized
Dreams can be that close yet still far
but not for long
Vision will be the guiding light
Clarity will reveal itself when more thoughts are put into actions
hop onto the getaway car
put on the radio of happiness
no pretence, no fear, no regrets
you make me sing, you make me cry
you are my
dream of a dream