I picture home,
Don’t think of here,
Think of there
Where I used to live.
Don’t picture this place,
Though I’ve been here
For 4 months.
I’m still not really here,
It still isn't my home,
Will it ever be?
Will I ever picture this town
This house,
As mine?
Will I ever stop thinking
That this is temporary,
That this is not
My home?
Because it's not
My home,
It’s theirs.
