Realisations

Standing alone in a bug bustling crowd
All the noise dies out, In the mind's silence 
Constantly supplying popular demands
Going home with empty hands in a cold night
Sparkling wine, new clothes, shiny new apartment
The air still heavier, cars go by faster than each breath
There is no home away from home 
You either have a home or you dont

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