Go Home

I have no place where I am from, except for where I've been. And sometimes everywhere I've been, from there I come from then. 'Home is where the heart is,' but what if the heart is split? To different corners of the world.. then what do I get? A citizen of nowhere, a resident of all. The places lined up in a row, each one for me to grow. To learn the cultures of the west, Or learn to live in the east. Which one is for me? Which place suits me best? With each change, I change too, each move that I take, from there I can be new. And with each place, I slowly change to the butterfly of myself, emerging from the caterpillar, of my long lost self.