The moment you leave your home,
To hostel Or your dome.
It's done!
It's not the same any more.
Though you may return,
Weekly Or monthly,
But the lump in your heart,
When you realise you gotta go back.
It makes you feel like you don't belong,
In there, the place that's yours forever.
You feel like your days are numbered,
You count the days left and behave,
You take all the love and joy,
In the packages from mom,
And pocket money from dad,
Hugs from brother, kisses from each other.
Yet you yearn for that permanent feeling,
That you are home completely.
Fully, in a way that's really true.
And take that heavy heart pack it all,
Go to the place that you now temporarily belong to.
So you can come to back to your place.
When it's finally time to.