Almost Home

This earth, my spirit shall roam None of this, your life, My life will be Written in stone, Any given opportunity, I have blown Them streets, I had sewn Almost away, the alcoholism My mind had flown In my existence, and persistence From my feet to my dome Thank God I'm "Almost home" These words of my poem shall disappear,as a thief in the night My spirit, will take flight Blissfully, the agenda is not to land @least solid ground, I will stand This life I lead, mostly abide alone My path With God I'm "almost Home"...