Mistakes Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Left in between the necessary,
You know that I will be coming home.
I hold on to where we used to dream,
To show bliss a guy or foregoing thrive.

Round and round the world we spent,
Sound and bound we still believe,
Still... I will be coming home...

Life is ever complicated,
And if you see me somewhere,
Tell us I miss the sophisticated.

Left in between the points,
You know that the nomad is alive.
I told none to where we used to scream,
To grow stiff a cry for belonging home..

Round and round the world we spent,
Sound and bound I still believe,
Still... you will be coming home...

Strife is never humiliated,
And if I see you somewhere,
Quell thus to kiss for the dominated.