Homeless

In this old place,
Where flowers bloom and wither,
And where seas keep crashing
Against the sun-burnt sand,
I find no shelter
To keep me from
The defying odds of nature

On this land,
I found hope and terror,
I smelled fear and anger,
And I felt joy

From this dire environment
I run away

I keep going places -
Everywhere it's the same
My belongings are packed -
Always ready to be grabbed
For my leave

And people think
'Is a fugitive in their midst?'
But a fugitive will,
And always be sought -
He is existing and chased
As to I
Have no person to keep me down

because I have no home to keep.