Coming Home
I have been on the road.
Looking for some answers.
Mostly in automatic mode.
The doubts are like a cancer.
You say you want me.
But, you never came to get me.
So, I began to doubt you.
There is something about you.
That makes me want to say.
Maybe tomorrow will be the day.
I think time will change it all.
So, new places for me to see.
It beats waiting for your call.
Wondering if you’ll set me free.
I never see or hear from you.
I have set my hopes too high.
Maybe I should see this through.
Come home, even if it’s to cry.
You say you want me.
But, you never came to get me.
So, I began to doubt you.
There is something about you.
That makes me want to say.
Maybe tomorrow will be the day.
I have caught the last flight home.
I hope this is the right thing to do.
Hopefully, I will never have to roam.
If you tell me what I want you to.
—————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)