i'm homesick for places i haven't yet been
my eyes crave the beauty of sights i've not seen
places unpronounceable are calling my name
a fire i can't see warms me with it's flame
my feet walk the same path when i leave and come back
and my ears get tired of the same old boring tune,
where street lights are too bright i can't see the moon
i'm homesick for places away from my own
where the people are friendly and my name is not known
you tell me i'm crazy but i'll never forget
i'm homesick for places i haven't yet been.
-e.h
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Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
