An Impossible Choice

The sound of bustling streets is ever present,
In the kitchen a filter-coffee is made,
In the evening temple bells chime, and festival drums sing,
But inside me something starts to fade.
More often than not my mind drifts afar,
To a country halfway across the world,
Somewhere where I knew true freedom,
Somewhere I knew life to truly fill my soul.
They tell me it would be better if I stay,
That freedom costs too much to bear,
But what’s the price of staying still,
In rooms that stifle all your air?
Though I love the people in my life,
My soul is desperate for a change,
To truly see the world,
And to live my life purely in my own way.
It’s not an easy choice,
To have to choose between two homes,
One you were born to and one you’ve been forced to make your own.
A guest in both, no matter where you roam.