One of my favourites, and incredibly sad and emotional.
I liken this to the spiritual journey, or perhaps the precursor to it when you realise you've left your true home. It's a bit like the Prodigal Son, feeling like he is forever caught in the pigsty, forever barred from his original home. He had left his home because the grass seemed to be greener, but soon discovered it was empty and meaningless and void. How to return home? Was there ever a home? It was so long ago, like a dream? Can I ever return home?
One of my favourites, and incredibly sad and emotional. I liken this to the spiritual journey, or perhaps the precursor to it when you realise you've left your true home. It's a bit like the Prodigal Son, feeling like he is forever caught in the pigsty, forever barred from his original home. He had left his home because the grass seemed to be greener, but soon discovered it was empty and meaningless and void. How to return home? Was there ever a home? It was so long ago, like a dream? Can I ever return home?