looking back at those millions of miles,
now passed without my notice.
Carrying only what I need,
though the end is not yet in sight,
I can already hear
the joyful sound of a long-awaited welcome.
Homecoming
I never quite knew why I was searching,
until, in the midst of confusion, I found—
it was another version of myself.
Everything must start anew,
for this journey itself is the path to home.
So I quiet my heart,
to walk the rest of the way,