Feb 21, 2007
Posted in English | Inglés, Nature, Places, Questions | 0 Comments
Rolling dice
Maintain low, high, tides…
That’s the way life rolls its dice.
Up, low, ripples, and again…
I am left all alone.
Who knows where is home?
Can someone speak out for me?
I did. I will. I want.
I didn’t notice you were
busy buying new dice…
I don’t know where is your home,
but I can paint you, my valley…
The place called home is…
YoU.
It is home when…
You embrace my heart.
You survive my dust.
You kiss my dice
and throw…
Up, down, Ripples…
Make all my new tides.
Ask yourself Where does my home lie? I have found home, but sometimes I prefer to wander around. Could it be the reason I empty my pockets and roll the dice… Where will life lead me this time? Will I choose home? Where does home lie?
