Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on April 18, 2020 by mabhsavage
Only in dreams do I feel
The success of nostalgia
The culmination of that homesickness
For that place I’ve never been
At least not in this life
Or with this body
Or maybe with this soul
I don’t pretend to know
How it all works.
The Germans have a word for it
They call it fernweh
The longing for something far off
Something undiscovered
Something beyond
So within these walls
And nowhere to go
Light a candle
Sing a song
Just keep searching,
I guess
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