A poet's perspective keeps moving from one thing to another at times it is different for same things . Love, lust, observe, teach and preach are all but shades of same colors because all of them have either come out of black or white.
What is a home? It is known to be a place where family lives? or your friends ? or both or none?....something such is in the post of this day. This poem here conveys what the poet thinks of home.