I miss the smell of baking bread
I miss home
The scent filled the whole house
As my Mum makes it
I miss the scent of freahly cut grass
How it made me sneeze
And get struck with blazes left over on my shoes
From the mowing from my nephew
Why did I leave?
The restlessness of the quiet town I lived
I wanted excitement
And the hustle of the rat race
But I realise that I can't handle it
The noise gives me panic attacks
As every day, there's a murder
I miss home