I once chased foreign lands Like they held my missing face Wished for colors, sounds A new self in every place But no border could fix What my mirror couldn't hold Each country a plaster On a crack I never told I called it freedom But it was noise A silence I packed In a different voice And I fly Not to go But to leave What stays behind Hoping the air Might one day land Into a home I can find inside My body holds a passport But no proof of place I sleep in rooms That never learn my name I’ve lived in seasons That didn’t belong to me Wore warmth like costume Chased Sun like it could see I called it freedom But it was noise A silence I packed In a different voice And I fly Not to go But to leave What stays behind Hoping the air Might one day land Into a home I can find inside If I ever return Let it not be to a street But to a skin Where I can finally breathe Still I fly Not to go But to meet What I forgot to be May the next cloud Carry a key To the room inside That still waits for me