I got tired of my home today,
Homesick for a place never gone.
I'm tired of wanting to go away.
With my usual leisure chair, I'm done.
Typical diversions are boredom.
The walls are asleep and no longer talk,
And I feel like a songbird lost his voice
And with a thousand options, I don't even walk.
Thought upon though, inward I turn
All the dreams seem dull and not so high.
If I hadn't clipped wings,
I'd stretch out and fly.
I'd fly to where she is,
The woman in my dreams
I'd be where she is again
And then again have many more dreams.
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