Feel like home.

This place.
I've no clear picture of it,
Not yet anyways.
I see a few faces and they're here again,
Across tables,
Behind the pillars and stairs.
Sitting on the chairs under the large trees.
I'm new to this wind,
It tickles me under my chin,
These lights and sounds,
They haunt me at times,
I'm scared, at times afraid.
There's still goodness,
In so much that is around me,
This place,
Unknown to me,
I find so much light,
At every corner, I'm welcomed,
With so many lights,
So many memories to make,
Somewhere in this mix up of memories,
I remember hints of these roads,
These clouds look the same,
But this place.
So unknown to me.


In rightness and wrong,
Their faces and faults,
There's so much to see,
Here there is so much to experience,
I'm just another lost mind,
In this crowd of thousands,
On rails and roads,
Holding railings and belts.
There's no stillness, in my stillness.
I'm so desperate,
So tired of being home-sick.
I sit in corners and make memories.
I keep these pictures on the wall,
They make me feel like home,
In this place, so unknown to me.

I'm here again,
I remember that tie,
The smell of this place,
The crash of the waves,
Next to this huge fountains,
Maybe, I'm like those birds,
Sipping from so much,
So much left to see,
So many things to feel.
I'm stuck here, making memories,
I'm fighting with the unknown.
In this place,

So unknown to me.