Categories: uncategorized
Date: 06 March 2005 17:31:32
This place is not my home.
It is not my chair that I sit in, not my bed that I sleep in.
It is not my key that I carry, not my door that I unlock.
This place is not my home.
The veiw from the window is not mine,
The sunlight that streams in is not mine either.
I do not belong here, not wholly, not me.
This place is not my home.
I am homesick.
Every moment, every day,
I realise that this place is not for me
I am homesick for a place I never knew
Longing for a world I cannot imagine.
Waiting for a world that grips me completely
a place where my soul aches to be.
This place is not my home.
I am homesick.
Freedom bound?