this place will feel like home, eventually, won't it?
these unfamiliar sounds
such different shadows that creep in this place
little by little the routines set in
it starts to feel like home again
the new sounds mesh with the memories of the old ones
it changes again
all things do, and usually, just when i'm comfortable again.
this world may not feel like home
not, at least, while it's broken and screwed up
one day, maybe soon, maybe not, the big change
and i'll be home.