Words of Art

Write from this picture.


Lost

Standing where I should

Wanting what I shouldn't

Needing more than fresh air

Desiring the world

But not this part of it

The only noise that of buzzin insects

or squawking birds

Lost here, unfamiliar and different

Exactly what I thought I wanted

But my heart shall never be here

How do I go back

Turn around and flee

Which way is home

Which way is me