Places
I went to the old place today
It had been a home
But is no longer mine
Funny to see the old places
And things that don't change
Over time
We leave pieces of us
Wherever we go
Some can be seen
Others not so
Yet are sometimes remembered
In dream
I no longer live in the land of my birth
I really don't miss it I say
And yet in the nighttime
I sometimes return
Reliving the forgotten days
Now it seems
That another old place becomes new
It is a return
But still not the same
Things left behind
Will stir once again
But this time 'tis I that have changed
Is there ever a place that we can call home
Can such a thing even be found
Or must we still wander
This maze of our heart
Until we return to the ground
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Places
I went to the old place today
It had been a home
But is no longer mine
Funny to see the old places
And things that don't change
Over time
We leave pieces of us
Wherever we go
Some can be seen
Others not so
Yet are sometimes remembered
In dream
I no longer live in the land of my birth
I really don't miss it I say
And yet in the nighttime
I sometimes return
Reliving the forgotten days
Now it seems
That another old place becomes new
It is a return
But still not the same
Things left behind
Will stir once again
But this time 'tis I that have changed
Is there ever a place that we can call home
Can such a thing even be found
Or must we still wander
This maze of our heart
Until we return to the ground
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