An interesting creature who knows no home
moving from one shell to the next
am I such a creature who must move on
or am I the shell left behind hallow and alone
I have trouble finding answers to my questions
and trouble finding the right questions to ask
all I can do now is wait, and hope
and I one day, will become a home for another
that they may rest and trust in me
and though my hopes may be high
I stay lay in solitude awaiting
my patience is strong but my heart is heavy
all the cracks are filled with darkness
the only thing left for me to do is wait for the light
I shall do so until the end of my days
