Moving Homes

All my life I've had both many homes and none.
To set down roots is just daring fate to uproot them
and fate is an addict just waiting to be tempted.
I am a pilgrim on the way from the pillar to the post
 
Staying always a half step ahead of the sympathy symphony.
Each childhood memory distinguished not by events  
but by homes instead.
Don't think of me as a gypsy, they move their homes
I've yet to find mine, but after searching so long  
 
The definition of a home is something too holy  
to attribute to bricks and mortar alone.
Home is where the heart is, and mine is caged in ribs.