MIXED FEELING

We left shore with hopes for new lands
The journey has seen many a day and night
Our solid grounds of hopes and dreams gives way to fear and despair.
New lands still a drunk's dream while shore is long out of sight
Eyes and necks going sore from being sprained and stretched
Searching for some kind of hope, a glimpse of light

Land at last
But which is better, lands we found or lands we left
The joy at take off seems to supersede the laughter at landing
Home in our hearts seems to have been cleft
But home still holds our hearts while our bodies wander this foreign lands
We dared untangling but our hands are not so deft

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