the hazy sky welcomed me
to the place I now call home
3 more years, "or more," you say
the sky, still gray, with haze
back there felt like home
with its board games and laughs
back there felt like home
yesterday, still today
but aren't I always the same?
wandering onward
in search for my home
only to say, "it's not here."
just give me a week
or two
or three
and I'll sing another tune
I'll call this place home
come sunshine or haze
and wait for the next time around
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