I’m tired of being poor
I’m tired of being in america
I’m tired of the immigration process
I'm tired of always being unsure
never knowing where I might end up or what's next
I’m just tired
I miss home
But this feels like home. I’m so tired.
But this is home.
I just need a break, but I’ll be back.
New York is home, and I'll be back.
The promenade started my journey,
Times Square is where I go to beat writers block, and get home from work.
The train is where I think,
Battery Park is where I fell in love,
then again in Flushing Meadows.
I directed my first film in Brooklyn,
finished my first feature looking out at the statue of liberty,
I never visited it, felt pointless.
So, I just sat and watched the ferries going back and forth,
and one day between classes I fell in love with a captain from afar.
Union Square is where I was dropped off with 2 massive suitcase's by an Uber driver ready to be my tour guide, I sat and waited until my landlord woke up.
The people are ever changing, my life here is ever changing,
I hate routine,
I'll be back.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a home,
I didn’t think I’d ever find one.
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