My location dilemma.

A poem about loving your homeland but knowing you need to go places.

Sometimes I long for distant lands.
That contain grainy sands.

Other times I pine for home.
And its calming grey colours.
Which fill me with glee.

I adore the familiar smells
and, glorious tastes.

But the unfamiliar.
With its strangeness
its weirdness.

That is what draws me.
That is where my dreams lead.