I want to go back home
I want to be my own muse
Not my physical home or my original country
I want to go back home to myself
To who I once was
To how I saw the world
To the way my eyes would...
scan and relay it all to heart and brain
I want to return to that home
I want to sit inside that house again
Feel the comfort of it's furniture
The taste of it's food
I want to be inside that house
As if it were in my own heart
Cut the string that pull me away from myself
I want to be my own muse
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