Chasing The Stars

Sometimes I'd fight my thoughts,
Like the raindrops fight too hard to reach the ground
How long is the night, 
How far till dawn break?
How much longer,
How patient is the clock, waiting for the passing of time.
This is home.

What will tomorrow bring?
Eyes shut longing for sleep,
Thoughts fight chasing peace,
An idea of hope misled into self destruction
Non discriminative thoughts in my dreams.
This is home.

Is nature awake?
To see if I'm far away from home,
Or maybe home is too familiar to my eyes,
That I can't see choices made for change,
Everything good lost meaning in my disillusioned eyes.
This is home.

Hesitant loud thoughts tap my mind,
My sight blurred, my brain knocked out,
There's a hazy line between futility of a nation & what I call home.
Will my thoughts still be at bay?
When home is ready.
Or maybe I'd have to prepare home for us.
This is home.

Tales of the old,
The bold ain't afraid to speak of,
The third wave pay for their choices,
Shadows speak of lives lost,
Trying to find home.
This is home to me.

Legendary prowess takes power ploy,
Humanity they screw over to play,
I guess it's still home.
Courtrooms too silent for their games.
Camera flashes is all I could hear.
That's home for me.

• -Elizabeth Kwamboka Masereti