The Way Home

From where I am I now begin So over my head, so over my self How can the future be my home When I’m not here now? I need to make a detour and return to my home. The reality I have now, My heart pounding, am still breathing. But if I just have now, will I go overboard? Will I indulge and loose it all? There has to be a place that makes them whole All in one and one in all. Where is that place that I call home? Where is it? Where is it? Is it here? Is it there? Is it now? Or was it then? Will I get to it And give my mind some rest? Me Me Me Don’t block the way I need to find my home today I see it now from far away. But the past has gone to rest And the future has not come yet So what is left is all present Where the heart finds what it needs Not looking beyond what it does In its rhythm it says: The present boundless The past hopeless The future does not exist But all come together in one place A place that makes them whole This is it, the present This is home.