The night comes to an end.
Only darkness is to fill up the room.
My mind in a foreign place as I lay in bed.
Wandering around in the past and following people who are like ghosts in the present.
The should’ves, the would’ves, and the regret that stain our memory like a drop of red wine on white,
Chain us down from proceeding to the present.
We now weigh heavier than a ships anchor and we are stuck in the foreign place.
When shall we return home?
When will I ever be at my place?.......
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