hazy summer days don't change anything.
through that haze,
the same city still lies.
wearily we stumble into the open arms of the world.
arms which welcome us and
simultaneously inspire fear in our hearts,
scared of security, terrified of change.
the people we are cut up and mangled-
forced to mingle with dreams and despair.
the people we are dying to be
are turned to dust in the stagnant air.
i want to drop my bags
bags and baggage, i refuse to lug my luggage.
just let me curl into sleep.
i want to slide slowly into safety.
but no matter what i wish for,
the wind that carries my eyelashes away,
will never blow me back home.
i will always be a traveller.
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