A Homeless Man Is Always At Home

I first got the idea for this song while looking out of a window at the gym. I saw a man walking on the side of the highway who appeared to be homeless. He had a backpack on and a sleeping bag around his shoulder. He was carrying his home on his back. Home was wherever he decided it to be. Because he had no home, everywhere was his home. Because he had no center, everywhere became his center. This is the essence of being one with everything. There is no center to your being that can define you as a separate "one". One with all the ones.