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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