Day 173 – Home

I know what I sound like
gushing over my city, my Gondor,
but you gotta see it, man.

I didn’t build anything,
I just drank it,
and five years passed
which should have been one.

My fathers didn’t die
in these hills, nobody
who built it ever dreamed
of me-

but I got so lost exploring
what strangers have made
that one day I was home.