In His Home

There was a man. Who lived in a home on top a hill He lived alone He watched the birds come by his house He watched kids playing outside his home He wondered what it was like, to chase after that ball There wasn’t much to say He was a man of a few words He used to think he was looking for something But years passed in that home And he finally realized that it was all probably a dream How could he have never found it After all these years It must have been a dream His mom died when he was a kid So he learned to cook and clean at the age of 5 He taught himself to read And writing was natural His father He never really gave his father much of a thought But in the end He knew he was his father’s son This man was handsome His hair was black His eyes were sharp But he never looked into a mirror He never knew of a mirror He used to cry He wasn’t afraid of tears But he was afraid of the reasons He didn’t know why he cried But he was Upset No one gave him glance, or so much as a reason But maybe that was why he cried But when he cried, his eyes glistened He never knew it was beautiful His glassy eyes He was upset But he was also Happy He thought he was the happiest man But he didn’t know anyone else So he was the happiest man This man listened He listened to himself He listened to his voice Telling him to leave the home The home on top of the hill The home where he could see the birds And the kids chasing the ball To leave his home that never meant anything to him To leave the only thing that could mean something to him This man was never trapped though There were no keys in his home No locks He was free But because he couldn’t even find The one thing he was looking for in his home The thing he thought was a dream He couldn’t just leave He couldn’t find it But he knew he needed it He knew he would die if he left without it It was that simple This man didn’t have wants He was a little empty inside A little hollow But so was his home So he couldn’t tell the difference So it was all right But because he didn’t care He wasn’t perfect Because he couldn’t find it He wasn’t perfect He was just a man The one man Alone On top of a hill Looking down At everyone else