Something that just came to mind..."Home...."

The piece isn't really named, nor is it fully developed, but something that while I was writing in my journal came to mind.....

Spent my time trying to make it feel like home
but in the end, what is home, ain't it nothing more,
then a place to rest your weary head, to catch a nap,
only once again in the waking hour it all seems to begin again,
over and over like a tape stuck on replay, ain't it nothing more,
then a place to rest, a place to vanish into the world dreams,
forgetting for but a moment, the reality that seems to be...
ain't home nothing more then a place to rest....

I like it very much!!
But MUST you torment me like this?
There was a guy on another forum who would do the same thing, leave it to be continued...and my curiousity REALLY gets the best of me!

So, am looking forward to a finished piece.

Sorry I will see if I can finish it tonight...Sometimes I can and sometimes it takes while, and in the future I'll post finish stuff only...how is that?

Here is my attempt at finishing.... think I am going to call this A house of Cards - So what do you all think?

Spent my time trying to make it feel like home
but in the end, what is home, ain't it nothing more,
then a place to rest your weary head, to catch a nap,
only once again in the waking hour it all seems to begin again,
over and over like a tape stuck on replay, ain't it nothing more,
then a place to rest, a place to vanish into the world of dreams,
forgetting for but a moment, the reality that seems to be...
ain't home nothing more then a place to rest....

Nothing seems right in this place and time,
A house of cards perhaps, perhaps that it is,
Wondering why I am here, for nothing seems right,
Here I go again just the same, place another card,
Hoping for a better day, risking it all, fearing it all,
Having nothing solid, nothing real in this place,
This house of cards I built.

In the end, I smile a cheerless smile,
Wishing for a kiss while I am still here,
Hearing the wind calling my name,
Yearning to flee, to escape, to be empty
But here I am, trapped inside, locked within
This cage, this house of cards...

In a moment, I remember what used to be
How each card was steadily placed, one by one,
Solid, prefect in every way, a reflection
A statement of who and what we are,
Looking forward I tried to do,
But as a breeze stirs, the cards flutter,
As they tumble, falling to my feet...
I am left to wonder, was it ever real,
This house of cards....

In the end, all that was
Was in a different time,
And now, home is nothing more,
Nothing more a place to rest my weary head,
A headstone of what was, what was lost,
And vanished with the winter's cold.