The Untitled Story of Home

Under this tree, a story is written all over the ground;
And how long should I wait standing here—
For the last bus to take me home,
And for the road to show me the way home,
And for the home to show its happiness again?

This tree has grown full length
Now I can sit in the shade
Now I would even care very little about the sun
Even the rain and even the pain
Even the never-arriving long lost love;

The story is losing its plot
The character is becoming weak
The leitmotif is confusion
And distraction.



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