BEAUTIFUL EXILE
I grew up in exile, so I don’t know
my true home.
It is beautiful here in its own way,
to be sure, but I keep hearing a distant music, not from this region
And yes, everything, absolutely every beautiful thing makes this music louder
Will I not have to follow it?
But where to go? It seems to come from every direction
Some days this music grows so loud, that I would go through any unknown and dangerous land
all alone to find this mysterious musician
And what I didn’t realize is this: I have already left – my beautiful exile
to follow the music of my soul
