What is a childhood home

Just some walls with cheap plywood

Some carpet with less than ideal colors

Home

A place where I have learned

Grown

It launched me to New York City

And back

It kept me while I reinvented myself

While I wondered what I did wrong

What more can I do right

But soon

I can almost count down the nights

This home will be filled with new hopers

Keeping them safe inside

With the same heaters

Where my brothers grew up

A home is more than the sum of the equally dismal parts

It transcends moments now to memories

When we leave that is what I will take with me

Those sweet and sour

Memories

When we can only lie in the quiet of our homes

Where no one roams

Are we destined for failure

Should we learn to tell the truth

Before it goes global

We can not be known for unfounded ideas

Or facts

A revolution of truth

Will be our saving grace

At least it would help us save face