Nobody around here understands
Should I travel again to new lands?
They say they care,
But how can they? 
If they don’t know what is to feel this rare 
Is it my fault to feel such despair?
When all I do is try to bear
They say traveling cures the soul
But left mine completely lost 
Now I am supposed to feel like home
When home is elsewhere but unknown 
I have not lost for hope, for I know indeed
My soul will find its way to a new town 
And might cure itself of this endless fatigue.