Came Back to Where I Belong

I wonder if this is where I belong - to live in North America. 

I wonder if I came back to the right place, or I am just lost. Plainly lost my way, and I wonder if my feelings could be put into a poetry:

To the ground I stepped, I saw yonder the familiar tower above
I stared at it as long and hard as I could 
To the lights that welcomed me, or was it a cold stare?
Things were beginning to look clear as a daylight sky
But for anything that I desire, is this the right place for me?

The long journey has come to an end,
The end of everything that I never desired
Was it just me that felt this way, I wonder in my head
The real answer does not show until you really mean it
No matter what I really feel, No one would feel it the same way

Why did I choose this path? I really cannot answer.
I once thought true love was the answer
Until I saw people are the same - they are struggling to live.
Then it must mean my journey has not ended yet
Because if it did, what meanings do my life possess?

Someone once inspired me to say that
The present is the future, what has passed becomes the past.
My words would be a past one day, and my existence would
But for the harsh world, I now understand what legacy 
Could do for myself and the loved ones around me
What I cannot endure right now, is merely going to pass
That is what I hope to be happening
Because for these harsh words, I now understand what forgiveness
Could do for myself and for myself only.