Friday, October 25, 2013


I’ve packed my things
Stuffed the important moments into the trunk
Remembered to pack all the lessons learnt
I put the memories in the special compartment
I’m ready.

I’ll be soon on my way
To a place far off from here
They say hope lives there and happiness visits often
The place where love knocks your door
I’m ready.

I won’t be looking back
There’s nothing here that holds me now
I tried but couldn’t call this my home
So I’m off to where dreams do come true
I’m ready.
 

1 comment:

  1. We all head home some day. Home is not the physical house, but a place where we can be 'ourself'. At home, no one judges me by what I do or why I do it..... At home they love me for who I am.
    Fanfully,
    W :)

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