Sometimes

Sometimes I’ll sit here in this quiet apartment
and it dawns on me (again)
I look around at my surroundings,
I look at myself in the mirror
and I have to ask myself
How did I get here?
Where has the time gone?
When can I go home?

I may be numb to it most of the time,
but deep down I really just want to go home.

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