where my soul lies
Where my Soul lies
I sat there looking at the ants,
Wondering why they never ate outside their home,
Wondering why they had to carry every prey back to their little hole,
Wondering what fascinates them about their little hole,
Wondering what the significance of their little hole is to them.
Then it finally hit me while I was wondering,
I asked myself why I felt the same way as the ants,
Why I still called a place I left years ago my home,
It wasn’t very comfortable there, but yet I still call it my home,
Why? Why? Why? I thought for days.
Then it finally hit me while I was thinking,
Home is not where I find comfort but where my soul lies,
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