Every day is becoming the same.
There is nothing new here for me.
Yet I keep coming back hoping that something will change.
Then I look and realize this is my final destination.
This is the place where I am supposed to be.
This is not the place where I want to be.
My tears start pouring and rain is running scared.
Why do I need to be here?
Why is this sorrow filled with my fear?
I tried to move on, but I never could find a place to land.
I know my journey is not yet complete.
I need to get a whiff of what is out there for me.
I just know that day will never come.
I know my path and destination will always lead me back to here.