Back to the Place

I want to swing round light poles again.

I want to run through the rain gulping buckets again.

I want to walk on scalding hot ground barefoot again.

I want to actually feel like I belong again.

So I’m heading back to that town.

Back to the place I last swung around a light pole.

Back to the place I last ran through the rain gulping buckets.

Back to the place I walked on scalding hot ground barefoot.

 Back to the place I belong.