I was born in a village. Today, I am a city boy. I want to go back to the village. It will be hard for me to recognize my village, though. I have been away for many years and may not know the village any longer; and the village may not remember me also. It’s been a long time, indeed.
But, I am tired of the city. I don’t want the city any more. What I want now is the village. I want to go back to the village. I want to go back to my roots.
Who will take me to my village? Who will teach me how to live in the village? I won’t know how to live in the village, having lived in the city for such a long time.
I wonder if I will find my way in the village. This is worrisome. Will I find my way? That notwithstanding, I want to go back to the village; and live as best I can.
I want to go back to my roots.