Twenty four thousand miles
The circle of this sphere
Surely somewhere there’s a place for me
Twenty four thousand miles
And anywhere but here
I don’t know where I would rather be
But I would like to belong
And I would like to be home
Twenty four thousand miles
Across this speck of dust
Floating in an endless open space
Twenty four thousand miles
The distance between us
I want to set the galaxies ablaze
And I just want to belong
And I just want to be home
I want to tear apart the sky
Rip the colors from the leaves
Burn the atmosphere to static
If we could light it all on fire
Maybe then I could believe
We could rise up from the ashes
I can’t feel anything at all
But I feel nothing very well
Someone wake me when it’s over
I’ll either choose to sleep it off
Or I will blow us all to hell
I guess I’ll go back to the covers
But I just want to belong
And I just want to be home
vampireweather 
I can really relate to this one.
It’s been so long
Since you called me on the phone
How did so much time pass
While I was behind this clouded glass
I miss you even more
Than every day before
My feelings for you remain
Just as much the same
I’m trying to be patient
But everytime I think about it I am nauseous
How could all this happen
It all crashed as quickly as it began
I pray this won’t prove to be real
I hope that soon I can get back behind the wheel
I won’t take for granted again when I drive
I just want to get back to my life
Last line I meant to write:
I just want you back, you’re my life
Reflective — I guess one can think of yesterday and tomorrow as being just 24,000 miles away (actually 25, 000 — 24.9 miles at the equator — however if thinking in terms of latitudes away from the equator the distance is smaller. So for someone a few degrees North or South of the equator, 24,000 miles is correct. It’s been a long time since I had Trigonometry, but pretty sure that as you go towards the poles this approaches zero. 🙂
It is interesting how relative time and distance are. A minute can seem an eternity, while a few miles may as well be an ocean. Thank you for your thoughtful response
Belief in our importance
Not realizing we are so small
Us, sitting around on this blue-green ball
Cross all the oceans
Forge all the mountains
Trek all the deserts
Home is Earth
Home is everywhere
Home is where you make it
Thank you, catcherofstars. You are right, home is where you make it. What you make can be taken away though. A beautiful contribution, thank you for your comment!