Riding the insomnia train

Memories rattle by the windows

Nothing smells familiar

Pinned to the seat

Eyes wide open

Homesick, guilty


Wanderlust's hangover

Live a life of duty

Or seek a life of beauty?

Is there really anything in between?

It's not as if it's some magical land

Brick is still brick

Steel is still steel

But it is, and you know it is

Kid yourself if you can 

And woe for what I have to do to find it

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