it is between two homes.
the first and the second,
I live alternating to the demands,
The one in the country of origin
holds a fascination. It is where
I wish to stay long.
It does not happen.
as the other one demands
more focus.
a place of business.
returns have to sustain me
I remain longer.
Shifting base is no fun.
I make a mess of both
forget, search, abandon
I start at one
and end up in another,
calls being such,
I am unable to program
Nomad like I move
with bags always packed.
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