pain of being away from a place called home
where mom can cook and listen to me how I will fulfill my dream.
my dream is my future
not
my future is a dream , inclined to think that now.
still, nothing happens and I'm here. thousands of kilometers away
in a foreign country where I miss hearing my language
even in a store,
and to spend a lazy Sunday with my friends and family.
I always feel like I don't have a balance
and I hear only with one ear
their language.
sometimes I get mentally tired.
the power of trying is wasted halfway to... nowhere.

what I could give in exchange here?
nothing can pay the comfort of home.
and I miss the thousands of people from home
because here are many and no one.