Home is a place I want to run away from
I've always been at home, rarely out
It's like a shell for me and I a tortoise
Baggaged to live with it, will die without it
Home is a place I want to run away from
I want to know what wanderlust is all about
What independence and fear of loosing it all is
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I would like to translate this poem
When I was younger, I wanted to run away, but now, I am contented