It hurts me to admit this bitter truth that I try to suppress
When I return to my motherland, I no longer experience pure happiness
A peculiar sense of disorientation I feel on my return
Everything has changed, and I need to learn
A new set of norms, adjust my expectations
To the reality, not live in my frozen imagination
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I left nearly two decades ago, and have since embraced
A new citizenship, a new identity, in a different place
But the nostalgic version of home stuck in my mind
No longer exists, each time I return I find
Something else has shifted, and I cannot immediately
Figure out what has changed and what it means for me
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When I travel elsewhere in the world, I am prepared to be
A tourist, unacquainted with the ways of a new country
When I return home, that is not the feeling I expect
But these days I feel like an outsider in this respect
A bewildering mixture of nostalgia and alienation
Engulfs me, exacerbating my disorientation
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I uprooted myself, to chase dreams elsewhere
I belong to both places, and I belong nowhere..
Passion...unbridled 