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
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