The stars are the same,
Yet the sky somehow looks different.
The wind is the same,
The aroma, I reckon, is missing.
The buildings look just the same,
But I don’t recognise any.
The crowd looks at me knowingly,
And yet there’s no familiar face.
I speak volumes,
But the inherent soul is missing.
I have lived here for a while,
Yet home is missing.
Or is it just me..
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
The stars are the same,
Yet the sky somehow looks different.
The wind is the same,
The aroma, I reckon, is missing.
The buildings look just the same,
But I don’t recognise any.
The crowd looks at me knowingly,
And yet there’s no familiar face.
I speak volumes,
But the inherent soul is missing.
I have lived here for a while,
Yet home is missing.
Or is it just me..
