TheRealZap Home shadows in the light

Home is a time, not a place. A fleeting ghost, a warm embrace.

Hopes and dreams are clever schemes. Falls like leaves from

autumn trees. Time is home, it's where we stay. It slips,

it bends, it walks away. We chase it down, we hold it

tight. But it's the shadow in the light. The

clock it laughs, the walls just stare. The moments hide, they're everywhere.

Is it the laughter? Is it the tears, or the echo

of forgotten years? Tick-tock goes the clock of the heart.