Home
This is home truly.
Where I know I must be.
Where my dreams wait for me.
Where the river always flows.
This is home, surely.
As my senses tell me.
This is where I won't be alone.
For this is where, I know its home.
Have you found your home?
When I was a kid, I only knew one home. A home that looks out for me wherever I go, albeit too closely. I never really treasured that home then. I didn't know the definition of home. It was a home where I did my homework and played with ninja turtles. It was a home where on sundays the members of that home will visit the Tanjong Pagar Lor Mee, Magicland at Marina Square and buy 4D. It was a home that was strict but safe. It was a home where people talk nicely to one another. It was a home too long ago that it became so unreal given the current circumstances. It was a home that was truly a home.
Then I found another home, a home of neverending fun. A home where people share the same passion, play the same game, speak the same language. A home that I truly look foward to going back to everyday. The sun, the sweat, the air-con, the white uniform, the astroturf, the people of the notorious gang. The people who didn't give a damm. The people who called up random girls to chit chat. The iRC years. That home was gone.
The first home then went for good. It was a slow and painful war which dragged for far too long. The people of that home never recovered, shellshocked and suffering from the aftermath of the war till now.
The second home left without me. I said goodbye to them, waving with tears, as they laughed away on their express trains.
The third home was an unexpected find on a foreign land. The lone soldier was rescued, washed off his wounds and bruises and brought back to life. The third home promised to be a good one but it lasted for just a year when national service and a fourth home tore it apart. The third home never came back. Maybe it was just a makeshift home, maybe it was just temporary. The third home has extended families and I was faced with far too many cousins that I don't know. Maybe the third home was just a coincidence.
The fourth home lasted for 2years and 9 months and it was a wonderful home. It was peaceful and quiet. There weren't many ups and downs but I prayed I was home everyday. The fourth home eventually disintegrated and it was my fault. I destroyed my own home. I destroyed a good home.
And so now I'm left with no home. Maybe I don't deserve a home. I think about all my homes now and then and wondered where it has left me. A spiritless nomad carrying years of luggage dragging his feet on this unforgiving pavement.
I need a home to rest and to be myself. Close my eyes and forget about everything else. Some confort. Yeah. Comfort.
Where I know I must be.
Where my dreams wait for me.
Where the river always flows.
This is home, surely.
As my senses tell me.
This is where I won't be alone.
For this is where, I know its home.
Have you found your home?
When I was a kid, I only knew one home. A home that looks out for me wherever I go, albeit too closely. I never really treasured that home then. I didn't know the definition of home. It was a home where I did my homework and played with ninja turtles. It was a home where on sundays the members of that home will visit the Tanjong Pagar Lor Mee, Magicland at Marina Square and buy 4D. It was a home that was strict but safe. It was a home where people talk nicely to one another. It was a home too long ago that it became so unreal given the current circumstances. It was a home that was truly a home.
Then I found another home, a home of neverending fun. A home where people share the same passion, play the same game, speak the same language. A home that I truly look foward to going back to everyday. The sun, the sweat, the air-con, the white uniform, the astroturf, the people of the notorious gang. The people who didn't give a damm. The people who called up random girls to chit chat. The iRC years. That home was gone.
The first home then went for good. It was a slow and painful war which dragged for far too long. The people of that home never recovered, shellshocked and suffering from the aftermath of the war till now.
The second home left without me. I said goodbye to them, waving with tears, as they laughed away on their express trains.
The third home was an unexpected find on a foreign land. The lone soldier was rescued, washed off his wounds and bruises and brought back to life. The third home promised to be a good one but it lasted for just a year when national service and a fourth home tore it apart. The third home never came back. Maybe it was just a makeshift home, maybe it was just temporary. The third home has extended families and I was faced with far too many cousins that I don't know. Maybe the third home was just a coincidence.
The fourth home lasted for 2years and 9 months and it was a wonderful home. It was peaceful and quiet. There weren't many ups and downs but I prayed I was home everyday. The fourth home eventually disintegrated and it was my fault. I destroyed my own home. I destroyed a good home.
And so now I'm left with no home. Maybe I don't deserve a home. I think about all my homes now and then and wondered where it has left me. A spiritless nomad carrying years of luggage dragging his feet on this unforgiving pavement.
I need a home to rest and to be myself. Close my eyes and forget about everything else. Some confort. Yeah. Comfort.
posted by jingli K at 9:35 PM
6 Comments:
Speaking of which, the episode of P&T you helped out with airs tonight (Tue, 4 April) at 8.30 pm.
you have a home with your sci innies! :)
and guess what. i used to go to magicland at marina square every sunday too. WITHOUT FAIL. haha.
Oops. Made a mistake. It actually airs two weeks later. Confused it with another ep.
whoa! when i was a kid i went to magicland at marina square every sunday too:p
-rach
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Seems like Magicland is heaven for all kids. Maybe heaven is Magicland afterall. Now its been turn into some lousy arcade and bowling center. Magicland is lost and are just blur images in our memories...
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