I wish to travel to distant places
To regions I saw in my dreamy traces
It’s here that I wish to build my home
For they always say that
“This is not your home”
I wish to travel to the wilderness
For when I am asked to forget the lineage
I feel disconnected and lost to such demands
Why with whom I grew with
Can’t be called my own?
They say that their home
Is where you belong to?
But I wonder how strangers will let that happen
Isn’t it too demanding for me to adjust?
After all I always will and have taken this as my ‘home’
I rebel as I have been here
Lived all of the struggle
Grew, fought, rebelled and transformed here
Its then that I understood the implicit meaning
Home is what is built by me, and ‘for’ me!
I take the baton to create my home
I wander with happiness and freedom
As the companions in this journey
“To build a home which is ‘My own’”
I am thus ‘In search of a home’
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