Where is Home?

On the bus again

One of the many

Shared space of strangers

Bound to go home

But where is home?

Two continents and four cities

Two countries and four states

Where do I belong?

Is it the balcony of a skyscraper

Swing dancing and excitement all night

The museums and the opera

The place where I can be me

Is it the sunny tropical paradise

Beautiful weather and delectable meals

The spirits that calls and beckon

The place where my bloodline starts 

Is it the hot dry desert in the west

Eerie quietness and no escape

The sound of the old whispering to you

The place where I was once a woman

Is it the city of sin and the gate of hell 

Where the hustle never stops

All sharp as a knife and hard as a rock

The place where I grew up

Where is home?

I am so ready to come back

To the place that welcomes me

And accept me for who I am

The sun set amongst the skyscrapers

The night has fallen again

Still I ponder in my seat

Where is home? I want to know.