Inspired by the Cloud Atlas End Title
Where is home?
Nothing stays still.
Usually I run towards the horizon,
and time plays tag with me
Pulling me forward, and forward
And forward. One day, I think, I’ll say: tag!
But I’ll be tagged myself, and it will be time to leave this world.
But sometimes I pause.
I catch my breath.
Where is home?
I look around me, and I admire the travellers
And their tents of beauty, love and pain.