Batsy
Well-known member
Here’s a video of this poem being performed live
And here’s the written version for those who prefer to read it:
Homeward Bound
By Batshit
After a night of drinking,
dancing,
moshing and debauchery,
my friends tell me
“Get home safe”
And every time I’m told these words,
They engage something in my brain that asks me where my home really is
Cause my vehicle is the place I sleep,
And it’s parked just down the street
The place I’ll drive it before I rest
Does not belong to me
I live on public property
And where I sleep tonight might not be where I’ll rest the night after
This past year and a half I’ve slept parked at many parks,
Streets,
Walmart parking lots,
A night in a record shop,
And countless couches
In good friends’ houses
But to me home is not just a place
It’s a feeling that I get when something,
Someone,
Somewhere
That I experience
Just feels right
And belongs in my life
So my friend,
When you tell me to safely get home
I’m already here,
At home,
In your presence
You are home to me
Whenever I stay in the bay and yearn for my friends in Long Beach,
I am torn between two homes
That I’ve chosen as my own
And through all the space in-between
My home will be the road
And I’m sad to leave you every time we part
But as I depart
The bittersweet sting of saying goodbye
Reminds me that the time
I’ll spend missing you
Is a sincere statement my heart speaks to me
Of how deeply we fit into each other’s lives
And I’ll know how much I’ve been missed next time
I see that light in your face
When I began to inform my friends that I will be leaving the Grand Canyon,
A place I had lived for nearly 2 months
And worked my first job since hitting the road
I was met with a few tears and many well wishes
But one of my friends spoke words that struck me deeply
In their simplicity
And power
She spoke:
“I want you to be here…”
“I want you to do what’s right for you.
But I want you to be here.”
And it had never felt so good to be wanted
My life on the road has taught me many things,
But perhaps the most important
Is that I’m missed when I’m gone
I’m wanted when I’m here
And home is wherever
And whoever
I choose to make it
And I’ll bring my whole heart to the next home to which I take it
And here’s the written version for those who prefer to read it:
Homeward Bound
By Batshit
After a night of drinking,
dancing,
moshing and debauchery,
my friends tell me
“Get home safe”
And every time I’m told these words,
They engage something in my brain that asks me where my home really is
Cause my vehicle is the place I sleep,
And it’s parked just down the street
The place I’ll drive it before I rest
Does not belong to me
I live on public property
And where I sleep tonight might not be where I’ll rest the night after
This past year and a half I’ve slept parked at many parks,
Streets,
Walmart parking lots,
A night in a record shop,
And countless couches
In good friends’ houses
But to me home is not just a place
It’s a feeling that I get when something,
Someone,
Somewhere
That I experience
Just feels right
And belongs in my life
So my friend,
When you tell me to safely get home
I’m already here,
At home,
In your presence
You are home to me
Whenever I stay in the bay and yearn for my friends in Long Beach,
I am torn between two homes
That I’ve chosen as my own
And through all the space in-between
My home will be the road
And I’m sad to leave you every time we part
But as I depart
The bittersweet sting of saying goodbye
Reminds me that the time
I’ll spend missing you
Is a sincere statement my heart speaks to me
Of how deeply we fit into each other’s lives
And I’ll know how much I’ve been missed next time
I see that light in your face
When I began to inform my friends that I will be leaving the Grand Canyon,
A place I had lived for nearly 2 months
And worked my first job since hitting the road
I was met with a few tears and many well wishes
But one of my friends spoke words that struck me deeply
In their simplicity
And power
She spoke:
“I want you to be here…”
“I want you to do what’s right for you.
But I want you to be here.”
And it had never felt so good to be wanted
My life on the road has taught me many things,
But perhaps the most important
Is that I’m missed when I’m gone
I’m wanted when I’m here
And home is wherever
And whoever
I choose to make it
And I’ll bring my whole heart to the next home to which I take it
