My Sleepy Little Town.

As cities blend into villages,

And villages change their names by the kilometre,

I look outside the glass window,

And wonder about the sleepy little town that awaits me.

Will it recognize my footsteps?

Will it embrace me like it always has?

Will it have forgotten about me,

In the past 4 months that I couldn't have?

My town is not a wasteland,

Unlike Taylor Swift sings in her song;

It is a place I can breathe freely in,

Without the fear of being judged.

Yes, it's a sleepy little town,

Where everyone knows everyone;

And nothing significant ever really happens,

But for a wallflower like me,

That's the place I can truly thrive.

My dreams consist of big cities,

Where I'm making a life of my own;

But in my heart resides

This town,

That I can never disown.

For, it's home to me,

And the people I have loved.

Home is where the heart is;

I often find it the other way round,

I don't know what I'd be,

Without my sleepy little town.