home is where we go when we have need

the nomad pulls up stakes without regret
having no reason to cherish a place
and i do likewise but cannot forget
the things occurred in each particular space
each mark each stain each sign of cleanliness
is a memory i've left one that i share
with my companions those who too process
with me through every different lair
where i have been and where i've laid my head
where i have walked and simply taken the air
and where i've loved and laughed and suffered dread
this is the toll that life seems to require
and we move on and light a different fire