where do you live?
not your state, your town, your street
rather your heart, your mind, your very soul
do you truly live?
openly feel?
freely love?
really grow?
are you alone, wandering, lost?
are you searching, finding, living?
or are you shivering in the dark, cold, alone?
in the night when you find yourself the most alone,
who holds you, understands you, believes in you?
who is there for you?
and who are you there for?
when someone needs the same,
will they find your arms, your heart, your soul,
laid bare, torn open, naked before them?
when they are lost, alone, abandoned,
will you show them the way,
or at least give shelter for a night,
that the journey can begin anew in the morn?
where do you live
your heart, your soul, your mind?
do you truly choose to live?