"Tragedy"s and Comedies

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My engine had failed, stalled on the road…

I was lost and looking to find a way “home.”

I didn’t even know where home was to be found.

I was living in a house called mine and looking around…

Is home a place made of brick and mortar?

Or is home a place, like my son and my daughter?

Home is a metaphor and lost is too… 

Quit looking around. Found is right in front of you.