Home again..

been home for a week or so
feels like i had never left
took all my stuff out of packings and wrappings
and laid it all out again
strange to be back amongst my own again
own books, room, music, movies ...
i'm slipping out of the me of the last few years,
that built a world out of these things
i'm peeping out
been here for years but never been to saturday club for new years
somehow
might go this year
funny place where i am
so much has changed
and so much still the same
its so easy to slip into sweet promises
you cannot afford to mean
gypsies and travellers
cant afford to pick up so much luggage
still amongst it all, you feel like your floating
travelling, desperately seeking
someone, something, somewhere which i can sense, but not grasp
like the half remembered word
tease ...