I remember how I tried to pull off
the trigger, every night
but something has kept me running
for life,
because probably if I don't run
I might not reach the home as they say–
"there's a home at the end of the day,
there we belong"
but maybe I don't belong here
or I fail each night
and they again say nights would end
and I'll see a better morning
but I didn't get the home
they told me about
I stay awake all the nights longing
for another philosophy
that promises me a home
