On his last day
In Colombo
He pays
A tuk-tuk driver
Thousands of rupees
To drive him
Around the city,
He calls out
Neighborhood names
And they
Bounce around
And he loves
Every minute
Of this
And when
They're outside
Of his hotel
And he pays
The driver
And thanks him
What he can't
Stop thinking about
Is that,
No matter
What happens
In his life,
He'll always
Find his way
Back to Sri Lanka.
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