Any and Everything

The roads, they all lead back home,
but where is home when the world feels unknown?
Is it the place where footsteps fade,
or the silence in the choices made?

What exactly is home for you?
Is it something built, something true?
Or is it the stillness deep inside,
where comfort and fear collide?

This life is harsh, unkind, and cold,
yet in its arms, we still take hold.
Balance is fleeting, a whispered art,
stone-cold but caring, tearing apart.

When is that equilibrium found?
In moments fleeting, yet profound?
Perhaps it’s not a place to see—
but a state of being, wild and free.