On returning home

Nothing is the same
They can’t even say my name
I’m the one who left
Yet they didn’t feel bereft

It is said
The more things change
The more they stay the same
It just makes me see red

On caring

They say I am a caring fellow
But how much credit can I take
It’s just the way I’m made, hello!
The genes won’t let me fake

I am an obsessive man
Duty bound to chase the wounded soul
I am a compulsive man
Driven to reach the goal