Home Sweet Home

If you were to try and track me down,
probability is you will not find me.
It does not take one to be a spy or an undercover agent to hide tracks.
All you need are different jobs,for not just yourself but your friends too;
They’ll move away when their time comes.
After a while, the owner wants you out
or the rent is too high,you don’t find roommates
or the water problems are too much of an added stress in the shitstorm named adulthood,
then of course there are the places your job will send you to
and it’s the cycle all over again.

So if you want to track me down,
probability is you will not find me.
The local grocer, post boxes, addresses, driving licenses,
not even my phone number is a constant
in any of the databases of the multiple systems 
my information is stored in throughout the world.
For all those who have one,
home sweet home.
Where’s mine?
Well, it’s in ten different houses as of yet -Homes sweet homes.
Well, not homes, just houses.
Houses are but homes without a heart,warmth, welcoming smiles and love.
I should just call mine house sweet house instead.