All Things Are Old

Leaving home is peculiar

Strange, not in feeling. The strangeness fades in the waiting

In being. Home is all you know. Alone

Foreigner. Strange lands. New customs to learn

Study. To live. Exist far from what you know

You wil adapt

They say. Hang on. Give it a year

My chest hardens. Don’t wanna go

Can’t stay

The boogeyman moves with you. To your beat. In you

Everything is new except for me

All things are old, excluding me