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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Monday, August 29, 2011

Poem 318: There is no place, but home

I asked at the nearest road
for another place to go
which direction would take me to 
the farthest from my home

Were there places I could be
that felt still like my own
or are there no more places
where the real me could be known

I've searched now both the far and wide
I've looked to time for change
I never let myself to thrive
or just remain the same

But now the search has brought me back
to the place where I began
I took a chance and found my home
beside my dearest friend 

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