Dear Native,
The only time when you come to see me
Is when you're idle, unbusy or free
I know you have your life behind these mountains and trees
I know I shouldn't ask you for more and all of these.
But why do I feel like you only know me when you have nothing?
You only come to me, when you want to feel something
Yet maybe, I should be contented of what you can give to me
For I know you'll come back, and I am yours truly.
Yours truly,
Hometown
