re-imbursed

there's a difference between homesick and home sick,
and i can never really tell which i'd rather be,
though sometimes the willows try and tell me
that there are aspects i'll never really see.

there's a wind beneath my troubles and my pain,
that i've never figured out how to hold,
though sometimes i can breath it underwater,
i'll never really know it 'til i'm old.

and somehow i'm fine with all these troubles,
if it means that i'll be better in the end,
for now adventures wait to happen,
for now the the rules are breaking if not bent.