The way home


At his desk he sat

In this little loft a ways away

From the bustling metropolis

Listening to sweet music

A great distance from home.

He wandered afar in looking

In seeking a new life, a new future

Befitting the expectations set

Without his wanting for them

He did dream for this life

A nomadic spirit, he thought

Craving for a penny of solitude

Yearning for what’s yonder

Than can be seen by many.

New people flooding his everyday

Work piling up on his desk

Classes fighting for time

A busy two years ahead.

Yet in his long sojourn

Only first steps taken now

Knowing of the highs and lows

But not having faced them

Already did he realise

That this long route

That this new adventure

Is simply the way back home.

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