my life as a sketchbook

I have hidden in a sketchbook and a journal all my life. Time to open the books, reframe the story & time. Copyright Cinders McLeod. All rights reserved
i awkwardly describe my feelings of un-known-ness, living in a country i wasn’t born in

who have i left behind
when has the choice been mine
home’s not always clear
peace never seems near

who do i see on the streets
with no years in my pocket

new friends they forget
not always their fault
they just don’t know there’s somewhere where you come from
and its not always easy where you go

i awkwardly describe my feelings of un-known-ness, living in a country i wasn’t born in

who have i left behind

when has the choice been mine

home’s not always clear

peace never seems near

who do i see on the streets

with no years in my pocket

new friends they forget

not always their fault

they just don’t know there’s somewhere where you come from

and its not always easy where you go

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