Much Like Home

If I were to walk on the face of your Earth
Of the planet you have been living on
Will I find the slightest way
In which to compare
This Earth to yours?

Would I find that the valleys of our minds intersect?
Does your sun rise in the West and set in the East?
Does what matter the most end up mattering the least?
Do you cage the weak and unleash the beast?

What does up mean if there is no down?
What does a smile mean if there is no frown?
What is lost if not profound?
Why reach for the sky without two feet on the ground?

Are we not taught that want comes our way goes around?

Making promises gives somebody
A reason to expect fulfillment
How could I possibly
Fulfill
When I'm constantly
Empty?

Isn't there one place you can feel safe?
A sense of belonging?
Someplace you cannot officially call home
Yet it's much like home
Without fulfillment
Full of longing