Where do I belong ?

Where do I belong ?
I walk on this land, I breathe the same air
Why do I still feel something is incomplete here ?
Everyone seems happy with the way things are.
Why do, then I feel that my home is afar ?
Could it be my imagination or a psycopathic thought ?
Or is it really something that I am seeing which others are not ?

Which side of sea are the madmen ?
The one which looks mad or the one which is.., both or none ?

I wonder, if not this - what ?
If not this way - how ?
If not here - where ?
Where do I belong ?
It's gone far beyond than just being different and curious,
It's certainly not just an unrest without a cause...
But where will, if ever, I find my answers
or at least be convinced to sink my questions into the ocean of ignorance
Will I ever know if my thirst is real or an illusion ?
and which is the shore of whoose water I am seeking ?

The place where I live, doesn't feel home...
The people around, seems of different tribe...
The food that I eat and the water I drink, as if a cow being served meat,
The music that I hear, doesn't strum my heart,
The love I am bestowed with, doesn't thrill my soul,
The knowledge I have earned, seems too shallow...

And it makes me wonder,
Where do I belong ?
And will I ever find my home ?