A Place Called Home

Going up and down, following a cycle
Sometimes all alone, others in a circle
Riding on a wave, across a stormy ocean
Only to crash, on a long, lost island
Frequency changes, steps to be known
Traveling back, to a place called home
How can one find it, no direction to take
Another blank canvas, paths right to paint
The train has just left, missed by a minute
The plane is sold out, with prepaid tickets
Walking on a trail, found on your own
Traveling back, to a place called home
All types of teachers, at the outer levels
Matter and time, break another bubble
Nothing left to trade, in the chosen currency
Laughing from the day, escape tragedy
Hearing dreams ring, picking up the phone
Traveling back, to a place called home
Hurdles and walls, many broken bridges
A guaranteed flood, every drop or sprinkle
Thunder and lightning, outside all the windows
With a fire inside, dancing are shadows
After many pours, maps to be shown
Traveling back, to a place called home