There and Home
They're too fast
They speak of things I don't understand
Their lips are quick but their minds are slow here
I would rather be there
Here the harrowing hardships are fast
Not slow enough to listen
Do you sleep soundly? I do only sometimes
Silence is sorrow
Lights are life and sleeping is for tomorrow
And I've returned only for today
Taking a break from their breaches of bliss
They're too fast here
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My country
Our world
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