Clock bells ring from a place unknown
As a stare out this window I’m supposed to call home.
Street lights keep night from settling in
I can peer down the sidewalk, yet all shadows grow dim.
Who are these people? Why are they here?
They could ask the same question, and my answer I fear.
My purpose seems foggy, my path a mess.
From an outsider’s eyes, I may look like success.
A job in a town far away from my home,
From city to state, cross the country I roam.
But look ‘neath the surface of this life that I lead,
New people, new places, they lack something I need.
A bed to call mine and family close by,
The small simple things, now a lullaby.
I dream far away in the distance of time.
I must count down the nights till they are yet again mine.