Brain Bits To Go

Where I’m From Is Not My Home

The road so long and longer years

I’ve been so long away.

Back then I thought I’d be back soon

Who knew how long I’d stay?

But one thing led to something else

And that to something more.

Now years have passed and nothing looks

Just like it did before.

It’s close enough feels almost like

I never really left.

Then some beloved sight is gone

And my soul feels bereft.

I pass a place I used to live

The old house still is there.

But now the tree I climbed is gone

The lawn so flat and bare.

Then I arrive and faces see

Look like those from my past.

But they’ve all lived and all moved on

Their own stories amassed.

You can go back visit there

Some place from years ago

But it’s not home, not anymore

A hard lesson I know.

See, here’s the thing ‘bout going home

It’s not some past parade.

It’s where you live, and where you love

It’s this life you have made.

Cheers,