Back To Where I Belong
Looking to my left
I experience the freedom,
I yearn to have
Children dancing
Young men chatting
Fathers playing draft
Mothers cooking
And old men smoking their pipes
My dream gets distracted
By a group of boys talking
It’s a similar feeling, I tell my self
The bell strikes
Informing me that it’s time
Dreams do come true
I say aloud,
As I walk down the narrow way back to where I belong
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