A lived life is where my homeland is
Rolling meadows and swirling memories
Of moments in time, envied by the present
Will they ever return even if I try?


Flowers still bloom unseen in my homelands wilds
Like an unknown sigh from the depths of my heart
Rummaging for bliss from those poignant shores
An Incident collector I have become...


Why do we chase an elusive dream in faraway lands?
Than to rest in our homeland’s shades?
Because life is but an alluring spree
Of man chasing the horizon with inexorable glee