“But you’ve travelled so far. You can’t turn back now.”
That is where you are mistaken my dear.
For I am not longing to be back home.
The city never sleeps. The mountains from afar are calling my name.
To turn back would be a disaster.
Take me now or watch me fall.
I am homesick again.
Suddenly I wake…
My thoughts have consumed me.
For I am not home.
I am in bed, in the comforts of these four walls.
This is not home.
Take me to the place I know well.
Free from the crowded streets that any City or town has to offer.
You know where home is.
My vision blurs as I try to recall
The long, lost land and Autumn fall.
“You’re sick” they say.
You need to go home.