Home by Mehdi Bel

Looking down from the sky
The world looks like a mirror
A pure reflection of the neat cloudless sky
The view from the top is breathtaking
I revel in the moment: no expectations, just being, breathing...
Enjoying this ephemeral balloon ride

Suddenly, the clouds start forming
The clock is ticking, the beautiful sunny day turns gloomy and gray
I thought don't fret, it's just a passing storm, it'll clear up soon
Besides, the weatherman said so

The wind starts blowing, thunderstorm roaring
And here I'm up high
Literally on top of this breathtaking place I call home
Where dirt smells like the scent of your childhood

The storm blows the balloon away, a thousand miles away
I'm not gonna make it, the odds are not in my favor
How many people have survived a balloon caught inthe perfect storm?

My entire life flashed before my eyes
I saw, I heard, I smelled, I touched, I tasted what's like
to cross over to the other side

Hours later, the storm is over
I survived, I'm Robinson Crusoe without the ship
But just like him, I was stranded in this island
Where there's no one to talk to
There's peace of mind, but I don't do well with too much serenity

Maybe someday I'll go back home where life is not as mad as here
Where air, water, honey and milk are far from pure
Where justice, equality, peace and love are lost and yet to be found
But it's my home and they say you always miss your home.