Not long after you've gotten away from it all, You realize you want to go back, The place that you've escaped far away to, Does, the things of your normal life, lack.
Always need a reason, Always need to know, Always ask you why you do, Or do not want to go. But sometimes what they're looking for, You do not have to give, But still they aks you more and more, Until it seems they want to know why you live. Deep inside, I sometimes wonder, What these answers are, But these are private questions; It would seem they've gone too far. What are you supposed to tell them, When the answers you don't know, When they aks and ask you, on and on, Until you simply wish they'd go?
People are so quick to judge, So fast to think something true, They often times are wrong, though, Leaving the judged with nothing to do. When you're in that position, What is there to say? What can you do, To show that it's not okay? They only see one side to things, Their single point of view, But what they often think is right, May never have been true.
Here I am, In a strange land, Full of strange people, Everything's different even the sand. The language, especially, Sounds weird to the ear, The culture and customs are new, Here I'm even encouraged to drink beer. But from what I have learned, What I have heard, Here what seems right to them, To me seems absurd. It just goes to show you, How you are raised, What you learn is right, Is wholly culture-based. Your environment is everything, Its people, your world, Everything can change, When that world you know is twirled. How quickly it happens, It takes you by surprise, But as you adjust, You see all through new eyes. A people so different, A culture so new, And as you live in it, It becomes part of you. You join with these people, You feel what they feel, You live through their lives, Suddenly you're part of their wheel.
But only for a short time, Soon I will return home, I will return to what I know, To the part of this world I own.
