Is that all there is to me

Planted then uprooted like a golf tee

Moving from place to place

Each location more mysterious than a murder case

Coming and going at every beckoning call

Moving more than Tiger Woods' golf ball

Wondering where the next road may lead

Hoping to have the hand that may feed

Home is where the heart is

A home, even temporary, sounds like bliss

Will I ever own 'my' own house

Or is this a game of cat and mouse

Is home just and illusion

Does my life consist of just cruising

Is there a special home for me

Or am I just another leaf on a branch of some tree