Home
Everything has made this place their home, built something where there was nothing
Survived when conditions were harsh and managed to live and make the best of what they had
Some did it because they wanted to, others because they needed too
The rest found homes in our memories, and some didn't get the chance to last that long.
My home, your home, their home, our home built on the promise of a better life
For who? I'm not sure. But the answer surrounds me
I look outside my window and see stone, metal, neon, and plastic.
But to the right, I see a family giving thanks to a god for allowing them to be here
To the left, there are birds looking for food where memory says it used to be.
Below me, is life that struggles in the presence of death.
Everything, at its core, wants to live, to be safe, to be cared for in their time of need.
But we don't do that, our homes are built to be left, and our hearts beat to a sound that is not at home
Our lives are structured around the idea of a home but we don't know what that means
But they do
Our craving for home is so strong we cost the lives of everything else
We built houses where nests used to be
Schools on top of graves
Churches next to burrows
We gave everything a choice, adapt or die
Adapt or Die
Adapt or
Adapt
It wasn't really a choice
I could go on and explain how the cost of our home was the home of everything else,
How they began to make our homes their homes,
How everything turned out okay in the end
But I can't
Everything, at its core, wants to live, to be safe, to be cared for in their time of need.
But we don't do that, our homes are built to be left, and our hearts beat to a sound that is not here
Our lives are structured around the idea of a home but we don't know what that means
So we burn our homes down,
Pollute the land with more than it takes
Destroy forests and turn fields into golf courses
We can move, pick up and start new somewhere else, make a new home
Everything else can't
They are stuck here until death
Adaptation or Death
Or Death
Death