Not The Same

The new road curves a different bend

I don’t know where it’s going to end

My duffel bag’s a heavy thing

And no one’s here to hear me sing

I find my room, a quiet space

With someone new, smiling at peace

So many smiling faces

They are all like me, but not the same

The night has come, so dark and deep

I lie awake, trying not to cry

Cause, I miss my home,

My happy friends and

I wonder when this strange will end

The moon outside is still the same

And I’m still me, but houses here are not the same

From all the miles that came too fast!

— Nima Lhamo(D1ECE)