Camber Expat
bathed warm in sepia tone
filtered through time, still not half grown
framed memories of summertime
endless and safe, still skin and bone
years before the nest was flown
airbrushed, sublime, truth still unknown
before the first curve was thrown
it calls you to come back home
sentiment now long since gone
life in its prime eats up its own
what once was a stepping-stone enthralls you
you can't go home
come back home
you can't go home
