Someday, I would like to go home - Henry Rollins

Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don’t know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a
sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would
remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in
those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that
things were better now I had returned. Autumn would come to this place of welcome,
this place I would know to be home. Autumn would come and the air would grow cool,
dry and magic, as it does that time of the year.

At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town. These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back,
and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly
journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown.

― Henry Rollins

Disclaimer : This poem is written by Henry Rollins.
Poem Source: Google