Strange faces unfamiliar places
Feel so alone
I wonder am I really home ?
Memories of old lovers,
One stands out above all the others
Am I in the twilight zone or is this really home
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months
Months turned into years, and now I’m back at number
On where I started from, all my friends are gone
It doesn’t look like home
This looks like the old cemetery, where I first
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Made love to Mary.
It seems so small.
Could it be home after all ?
What once was my hangout is a parking lot now.
Is this my old neighborhood or a
Combat zone or is this really, really home ?
Life has been a stage of continuous plays so many
Dress rehearsals.
Caught up in a haze of my yesterday’s
A nostalgic maze has it brought me home to