My home is wherever I find myself,
My home goes wherever I go,
My body is my home,
but the tenants won’t settle,
The mind won’t listen to the heart,
The heart has no voice,
The brain pours logic to my soul,
My soul denies the brain and runs away with the heart,
And when the heart is broken,
The brain laughs and the soul cries.
Signed A.H.Fashina