Like a homeless
There was a time when i felt like i belong to somewhere place
where i feel save and joy
where i could laugh to my heart extend
where i know that i had so many friends
in joyful or in sorrow
a place that i feel love and be loved
a place that i go back to after every stressful day
and relieve my stress and cheer up my night
a place that i could say home.
no more thing that make me laugh
no more thing that make me joy
everybody just gone, change
they say that i changed, in fact they also change, but they don’t realise
it’s not a place that i turn to when i have a stressful day anymore
it become a place that make me feel even more saddened
and i could no more feel any love around
that it’s not like my home anymore
where is my home?
where is the place that i belong?
is it still here?
is it not here anymore?
is it already the time to look for a new home?