Sunny Skies
As the plane flies south into
California
My long time no longer home turned
Dystopian nightmare
Minus the Sun
The walks through suburban heights
Golf course splendidly
Suspended in time
My childhood home turned
Episodic terror
Not like a cinematic horror
Something real life
That perpetually lingers
As elderly fingers
Tear apart the neurons of their mind
Failing to grasp
Truth
Falling to despair and dread
All the same
I fly in and out
On my whims
Driven by duty and guilt
change and sun
The wheels will continue to turn
Until I let go and free fall
Those who honor their first home live longer,
while the honored learn the truth about a second home.
Home is where the soul stays.