so, you're going home..

they say you're going home
you miss the dust, the traffic,
the rust colored smog, and
everything mundane that defines
the place we were born

and i just say i miss home,
the streets i ran away from,
the posts i played hide and seek with,
the bright lights, the gravel,
the stones, everything in between

but i belong nowhere, im a wanderer,
a homeless away from home,
and i stay here, just another port
among the nameless ports i've been,
counting the clouds of this alien city

you say you're going home soon,
for a week or two perhaps, good for you..
bring back a handful of stars from our sky,
a pocketful of dreams from the air,
bring back a piece of my home with you..

goodbye, take care, see you soon. =)

10.23.2003.4.53.p.m.