Last night I got home late
With my day tough
And my feets rough
I thought I heard a cough
But then had to wait
As I swerved a bait

I could not reach the nob
To clear my fog
Nor put some lights
In my sight
Then I realized,
I am all alone
Though grown,
I have become prone
To my own moan
Perhaps sterilized
Yet agonized
In my personal zone

I want to come home to arms
That opens with charms
I want to see a face that smiles
And make...