Distant Lands

Home, I don’t understand, you. You are wanted by all, and obtained by all. You are manipulated, changed, obtained by everyone every day. Every night. Why do you stand among sin? Home, I don’t understand, you. A haven that shares the ideals of all, each haven, having separate rules, colors. Banners waving high, the wind unsettled. Feeling the chill, the world moving by. Home, I don’t understand, you. That wind, brushing your skin like thin nails, constantly on your shoulder. You never look, until you see someone else do it, holding you hostage. Home, I don’t understand, you, Home, Home, Home.