Sick of Home

It’s been less than 90 days
And I’m ready to leave again
Nobody ever mentioned
That once you see the world
Home is never the same again
I rather be starring at the sea
In deep thought in the salty breeze
On the edge of some tiny island
With good company wondering Greece
Looking for something more
In Belgium walking the streets
The Middle East drinking tea
Or the Caribbean feeling free
And wishing humanity finds peace
It’s been less than 90 days
But I’m sick of being home again.

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