A Night At An Inn

A new city in distant lands

Where the grass seemed greener,

I moved into a home, sometime ago.

What the future holds, nobody knows.

Yet it is strange, when the word ‘home’

Often reminds me of another place, far away

Although the sky, sun, and the air

Looked the same everywhere.

Is home the place where I drift into, without a care

Into the arms of safety and love, in times of despair.

Or is it where I pick up yesterday’s conversations,

Flowing like a seamless connection.

And many more cities like a nomad, an anomaly,

Into oblivion, I traversed unapologetically,

Without a trace of my existence

Like it never made a difference.

Regardless of each city, so alien, like my life

When I try to cling; yet so amicable

When I agree that I am sojourning

Only for a night, at an inn.