The Beach Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

I've been gone for so long nothing feels the same
I am here but my heart does not belong
What used to be my home does now seem strange
Try to integrate but it's not my song

Sometimes I drift back momentarily
Someone's calling but I don't where from
The years have passed but still in memory
Addicted but can't put my finger on

I try to focus and I try to change
But I'm being drawn back, I don't know why
Forget the past, play the westerners game
Maybe the jungles where my spirit lies

For my soul appears to be split three ways
Lost in some kind of schizophrenic haze