Drifting from one place to another, it took years before I began to belong.
Now I seem to have difficulties to cut myself loose.
Never expected to earthen this way. Not wanting to leave again.
Little things restrain me. Perhaps I built a wall of commodities around myself to contain me. A wall I have to dismantle to come to a new direction.
For I have to change course, not being able to follow the path I started.