I leave behind a part of me,
In this place once so familiar;
To return to a place I once called home,
And pick up the parts that have long disappeared.
Restricted by pockets, there is just that much I can carry
And the waves are drifting me further into the sea.
Soon, another life to live, far unlike this one,
Once again, at the start line, waiting for the gun.
Will this place find me familiar, if I return some day?
And reignite vivid memories where even they lay;
The sidewalks that I’ve traced, in the parks that I’ve walked,
Will you remember me some day?
In fact will my own home recognize this drifter?
Not abandoned, but just been long away.
And will it embrace me as her loving child,
Or just leave me astray?