The World is Home

I'm not really sure what to think about this one to be honest. I was hoping for a feeling of realisation but I'm not sure how it all works. Food for Thought: This was written with music in mind, so it may flow oddly...it should.

The World is Home

Space is a place
Where I don't feel so alone
All the stars around
Freeing my soul
knowing I can Go
anywhere I want to Go
Free to Roam
anywhere I want to Roam

The earth is like a fly trap
with its gravity adhesive
And the rockets the we build
are merely passive
I can't escape the fate
that this world keeps drawing me back

To all I've yet to experience
Its left me slightly delirious
knowing what I know
is but a tiny mold
on a rather large loaf
yet to discover what there is to discover

All the people and the places
I have yet to see
All the foods that lay out there
I have yet to eat

The Great Wall of China
The orchard by the sea
The whales of Alaska
and California's Redwood trees

Rain droplets on my nose
Sifting through the prose
In the trees on the leaves
In the greens of the grasses

Space may be my freedom
But this world is my home
and no matter where my mind goes
Here is where I grow