I was walking home
But my home was gone
Long time ago
Just some gravel remained
And I felt the pain
The end was near
So I went into a room
And suddenly boom
It all returned
Like nature wanted me to learn a reason
To be and burn
Ithaca
Navigating in a garden
That used to be
Well known to me
I realized
That I actually
Was a stranger
All the time
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23 At Night On The Way Home
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At night cold dark and windy
No snow
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Home
The plan was to leave
But instead I am stuck
In this dirty house
Filled with frustration
And unwashed clothes
Nobody is happy
Nobody has the energy
To leave this hell
Well deserved of course
But still strong enough
To keep you stuck
Our own home is ultimately
Our own prison
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El Camino
It is a long
Journey to home
Some of us might
Never reach there
But it is when we are
Trying that things
Become meaningful
Still without love
Home is no home
Even if it would be
Neighbor to Paradise
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Inner Home
Nearing midnight
The mind keeps spinning
Almost there
Almost at home
Not the other home
But my inner home
Writing is a blessing
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Home
So I am lost here
In so many ways
Still being here
Is the only way
To find home
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Madhouse
Submitting to madness
Great madness
Without any end
I am embedded
In this crazy place
That is my home
Maybe I am crazy
Too
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Frozen Ground
This is my land
And it is frozen
Cold, frigid, unfriendly
Built on wrath and frustration,
By determined people
Frugal, sterile land
Of slow living
I was born here
But this land is not my land
This land just bore my weight
I did not grow here
Just barely survived
So I could grow where
I truly belong
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Returning
I live in the north
In the land of small hills
And a lot of trees
Some blue lakes
And a lot of lonely and cold people
I wanted to leave but somehow
I am stuck here
First time I went back it was, Because of the language
The second time because Of my career
The third time out of desperation
The fourth time out of frustration
The fifth time has not happened yet
But it will
This is life in the far north
A place where the ice and snow
Is absent
The place where your soul freezes to ice
Take my advice
Stay out
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