i've always lived here,
yet as a stranger
that wanders familiar grounds
in eternal detachment.
desperate eyes, fixed on the sky.
i see my home
midst in the dark clouds,
closer to the moon and the stars.
too much gravity
and too little space here.
too many demanding arms
that grasp spirits of wanderlust
that long to escape.
from here,
i see my home in those
eternal fields.
lost in the clouds,
but closer to the moon and the stars.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
i've always lived here,
yet as a stranger
that wanders familiar grounds
in eternal detachment.
desperate eyes, fixed on the sky.
i see my home
midst in the dark clouds,
closer to the moon and the stars.
too much gravity
and too little space here.
too many demanding arms
that grasp spirits of wanderlust
that long to escape.
from here,
i see my home in those
eternal fields.
lost in the clouds,
but closer to the moon and the stars.
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