Long Way Home

Places I've Never Been

Another poem I wrote for class.

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Sometimes I wonder if all the

places in the world are but an

illusion.

Every place I’ve never been

is nothing more than a

fantasy.

Maybe minds are wiped as they

enter cars, buses, airplanes, trains and new

footsteps.

Then does that mean that all of

the places I’ve been are only

fiction?

Have I wandered to places

of new and old that don’t even

exist?

Am I but another face

blinded by this farce that is the

world?

It does not seem that such

a large world is

possible.

I am being slighted by a

humanity that gets to

see.

How do I know that

they are not all

lying?

There cannot be anything

out there, outside my little

square.

But what of

my square

home?

Is it a

false reality

too?

I cannot

bear the

thought.

So let’s not think

about this world outside my