You called it a dream, but I called it home
This state of being removed, set apart
Itβs an art form, the subtle ways,
The lingering gaze, eyes misty and gray
Searching through a car window
For a figure lost in the night
It all echos back eventually
The time on the clock sets the pace
Yet in dreaming everything flashes by
Faster than a heart skips a beat
Home is the ever elusive dream
We chase one another in circles
Going everywhere and nowhere
Around the globe and back again
I taste the flavorful, foreign tongues
Yet everything feels familiar
Even the dead languages echo back
No matter how far I go
The dream of home travels with me
— B.
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