Home?

by Galan Mayas

I see a place,
This place, they say
Where I was born.

Through all my years
And all the world's change
I cannot find my place, and am forlorn.

Atop the hill I set.
I watch the children below,
On the merry-go-round.

I with no strings,
No attachments.
Yet still, to this land, I am bound

This land where I no longer belong
Holds the chains, invisible to me
Until I have been found.