It has been 6 years,
but it feels like a day.
What have I fought for?
Life got in the way, I say
but the thing in the way was myself.
Now I am watching the train in the night
The compartments glow,
it looks like a traveling light show
And I wish I could pack my suitcase, get on
and leave for some place unknown.
It happens every few years,
my feet get restless
I can’t be long in the same place
but now all the doors seem closed.
Why is the house locked from the inside
and I still cannot get out?
My new book is out: Identity crisis
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