Who
I identify with the disaffected ones,
The outsiders who look on and only ever look in,
Those who knew home once
or twice maybe but it got disintegrated.
If we roam,
We're seeking that place, that feeling,
Indefinable, unattainable,
If we settle, we try to create it,
Recreate it, renew it
Every day.
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