HOME
I do wanna go home, but I'm not sure where it is.
Every time I look at the sky, I can't help but reach out towards it with my hand.
And I'd wonder why each time.
Where I am now isn't home, that's for sure.
But I don't know where home is either.
Is it with a person, or is it a place, or is it going back to where I came from,
wherever we all came from?
I probably won't know anytime soon.
And so, I sit here in the same spot, and continue to look at the sky.
Till the day where 'home' comes to look for me.
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