We can only run so far
So fast
So hard
Before we find ourselves
Stumbling down
To our knees
We can only run
So far
So fast
So hard
Before a part of us
Quietly begs
To go back home.
You will find yourself tired
thirsty
dry
and empty.
You will find yourself walking
then wandering
then jogging
And finally sprinting in circles
Thinking you can run your way out of them
Run your way out of 'lost'
Run your way out of 'tired'
Run your way out of 'broken'
Run your way out of 'lonely'
But human.
You and I
Are not built
To run like this
Human.
You and I
Are not built to last
Too long on our own
No
We are meant to have a home.
If you know anyone best,
It is surely yourself.
So you will know the moment
When together your mind and body will heave,
"We are done.
We are tired.
We are lost."
You will hear yourself say
"I remember this place
Where I could rest not just my head
But my whole body
My soul
My being
And it was called Home."
I am not talking about your home
Geographically
I am not talking about your home
Logically
No, I'm speaking
Of another Being
Who is our home
Who created our beings
And left a bit of himself
Inside us
So we will always know
The way back home