The search for home, a journey we embark,
Seeking a sense of belonging, a place to spark.
But in our quest, we often overlook,
That home resides within, like an open book.

The front door, a portal to the outer world,
Yet the true home lies within, waiting to be unfurled.
We venture far and wide, in distant lands we roam,
While the essence of home has never left our own.

In the depths of our being, the door is wide,
To the sanctuary within, where peace resides.
Yet we chase external illusions, thinking we must roam,
When all along, the answer is found within our own home.

Home is not a place on a map, defined by walls,
But a state of being, where the heart recalls.
It’s the connection to oneself, a sense of true belonging,
In the embrace of authenticity, where souls are singing.

So, why the search for home, when it’s always near,
Within the front door, waiting to appear?
Pause, breathe, and turn your gaze inward,
Discover the home within, where love is stirred.

The front door is a reminder, a symbolic clue,
To shift our attention, to what’s within and true.
For in the depths of our being, we find solace and rest,
A home that travels with us, eternally blessed.