eight days

eight days,
just eight days more
and i will escape-
i can escape;
away from the depression
and the pain of life,
where nothing is ever right
and people are never who
you think they are.
just eight more days-
and i'll soar into the
busy streets of a home
i've never been before;
a home only seen in movies
and dreams; only heard of
through tales of childhood
at the dinner table during
those rare joyous occasions;
and i can't wait
to finally feel the happiness
flowing within me-
to know that for the first time,
in a long time, my smile
is actually genuine
because in eight more days
i'll be at that airport-
on my way home