My Home

Home is a roof. A roof coming to you and you gotta roof over you. You can rest but never guess.It feels you but you don't feel it. A house can see and a home can feel.You see it but it dason’t see you. You can play but not sweat,lose your phone, be the phone. Let's go back but not yet,it will end but not then. Finding a problem,easy for life. Coming home for your phone Home is a hole,a house is a structure that comes with holes. Playing a game on a cane. Having a bro with a do do. You can see trees but never knees. You sleep but never give. You see my life but never me. Trillium is public but never private. It fades but never betrays.