Land Of Opportunity Poem by David Daykin

To be here feels so right to me,
feels like a home I have never known.
I walk the paths and nothing seems new.
Just familiar, teasing, taunting, a subtle clue,
that maybe here is where I am destined to be.
Not for a week, a month, but for my eternity.
I breathe the air and smell the scents,
and it all feels so right.
I awake in the morning from a gentle touch of daylight.
Knowing...
Feeling...
This is me.
But no longer is this enough in this land of opportunity.