Maybe, another day

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Maybe from the chaos of this town,
I will soon get back home.
A home no one knows, a home unseen.
Maybe for the first or last, I will feel the bliss in me,
Wrapping me in its arms, hiding me in its veil.
Maybe I have no one to say, maybe I am still unheard.
But no one shall ever know, that this is all I dream and it is all I need to feel.
But my home is too far and I am wandering around the cities,
Still thinking I would be offered a ride.
A ride that will take me home, where I shall be loved and love
With no guilt and rather pride.

I am still in my dreams, maybe.
am too afraid to open my eyes as the say.
But I shall return back to home I assure you.
Maybe, another day

Land where Home rested

Originally published at tsaaj.wordpress.com on May 4, 2015.

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