You wake up in your 20s, in the jungle, off on adventures,
Far from home
Before you know it, you are living in your parent’s basement, renting
Back but not home.
All of a sudden you get married, move into someone else’s basement,
Close to home.
The sounds of the landlord above, no control over heat, the dogs and snakes,
It’s not your home.
You save, you search, you plan, you dream, you rage, you hope.
Then one day you stumble through a door, look out the window to your garage, it’s your home.
And it doesn’t have a basement.