Journeys to and fro is stressful,so they say,
Having to drink sour all over again,
Years of darkness and such blindness here,
Sing,dance and hear people's prayers & promises,
Maybe not others but I get tired,
Maybe some adventure.
Here is different,
Are these the voices we hear ?
Where are all they promised ?
Why these painful searings ?
They never clear,others come back with them,
She tends to look at me differently,
Why go back ?
Iv never seen these ones,not like journeyones,
They carry no scars and signs,
All they do is play so freely without a date to keep,
Their people look and call them differently,
With this freedom,maybe they never leave,
Food,water,games and hunting,
Why leave all these and go back ?
What are others doing back there,
They may probably be singing and dancing now,
Maybe some just returned or preparing to go,
Here ? Wake, eat, being looked at differently,
Spend the day missing home, I get tired,
Maybe some home-coming.