Home

I don't belong here,
should have traveled far,
from this place.

I turn the TV on,
the news are just begun,
a segment of industry,
and complaints.

the headlines says that,
we can't be here,
we're not welcome.

so where is home for me?

in a garden of,
wine and olive oil,
I find my peace of mind,
that I once lost.

during a hangover,
completly ill,
popping pills and I'm all gone.

the headlines state,
that we're invaders,
this is not a place for us.