The Mansion Doesn't Feel Like Mine

It’s not really a mansion
But it feels like one
Compared to the places
I was raised in.
Excess feels foreign
Though I’m no stranger
To indulgence.
Vacation souvenirs
Feel like too much,
When I can recall
Vacations being
Visits to see relatives.
I guess, deep down
I will remain a child
Of necessity, and of
Basic comforts…
And maybe,
Once in a while
Pay a visit to the mansion
That used to be
My home.