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There are days
Days when the hours seem too long
Days when my heart sings no song
Days when I am certain, convinced
That this is not my home

Moments when I know I don't belong
I catch a glimspe of a different song
New, yet familiar like a storm long gone
I see the wreckage left behind, 
Reminding me of its reality
Yet I have never quite felt its winds
Tasted of its rains, or sat on its clouds

I still yearn for this storm, my soul calls home
For deep down I know, this rock is not where I belong
I look around and see pain and strife
Yes, I know there are joys in life
Though I revel in them daily
There remains this silent plea
From deep within me 

For more

And as I search, and search, I am fully aware 
My hunt is in vain
The answer I seek already lies in me
This vague memory of this place I seem to already know
Like a photo I once saw so very long ago
Blurry, as if in a dream, this land so serene
Unlike anything I've ever seen
Beyond anything this mind, and these eyes could never comprehend

And so again I contend that this is not my home
Here alone on this mound I call home
I know that what I live is but a lie
Partial reality, illusions meant to assuage my heart
Silence its plea for more

More beyond these shores
Continual hope and joy
Peace and love everlasting, far reaching, and never ending
More, 
Beauty incarnate
More
Life,
More!
Love with out the heart break
Hope with out the earthquake
Peace without the strife
Compassion without the war

More than what is beyond my front door
More than what is beyond foreign shores
More than the dreams that haunt these corridors
More than the failure AND the glories of those who've come before
More than just fine, more than ok, more than getting by 

Survival is no longer an option
For in my heart I know that my place is not
Not in the mediocrity of this land content in its disparity
Not in equations, less than, more than, plus or minus, solutions or inequalities
Not in the wants and needs, desires of those with more than they have a vision for
Not in the rivers of self pity forged over the years by tears of the weary, dead beat, woe is me industry
Not in this city, this nation or land
Not in any tribe, family or clan
Not in any universe known or to come

No this is not where I belong
This is not my home
And so I hold on to this dream, like a wish
As if I had caught the last star to ever shoot across the sky
Because somewhere deep down inside me lies a heart
Bursting with a cry for a home that is yet to come
But will one day appear just as the rising sun
In glory and wonder with the power to scorch away the memories
Leaving this life as nothing more than a vague memory, a dream
And the reality to come as the only one

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