Do not make me go home.
Home is where the heart is,
but that heart is too heavy to hold.
Full of worries,
weighed down with must-do and should-have
and so much what-if,
draped in thick expectation
and all-powerful upheld reputation.
Home is where the cares are,
though I care not for them.
There, they do not leave my side,
but I am out and have left them behind.
Here is sunlight and different air.
And on the screen
the names of all the different places.
Destinations laid out before me.
The promised lands
of clean slates and opportunity
await me readily…