‘Home’
Everyone is always asking me, “What are you going to be?”
All I know and all I see says don’t be a slave to money.
We’re all thrown into this world, only to be tossed about.
If it’s not me and it’s not you, then what is this life really about?
Sometimes there’s no place for me in the world out there.
I think our homes are within us, but I haven’t found where.
Everywhere I turn these days is just another dead end.
But it’s OK. All I really need in life is a backpack and friends.
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