Where am I?
Why is the place so familiar, yet it feels so unsafe?
A valley where all my hopes and dreams have come to lay.
The stream of the river lives by my feet.
I try to move, but the shackles of my life keep bringing me back.
I want to push forward, but I always end up getting knock down.
When will I be able to get over the hill that so many seem to already have climb?
Have I reach my destination?
A place that I do not like, but must stay to try?
I want to be something that simply does not seem to be.
I guess it will just be me.
I am hurt.
I am terrified.
I am confused.
I am not here.
I am not me.
I am slow.
I am wrong.
I am living.
I am not dreaming.
I am scared.
I am losing hope.
I am making the wrong turn.
I am just trying.
I am missing someone.
I am missing you.
I am missing me.
I am I just do not know.
Spinning out of hand.
Trying to find the command that is real from the fan.
Hitting below but trying to go for the goals.
Then the time stops, and you do not know where to go.
Then the world turns blue, and you are left all alone.
This is your normal.
This is your life.
You are all alone.
I need to go.
This is not for me.
I need to go back to the place that no longer remembers my name.
A place that holds my heart, but also holds my pain.
Where rain never shines, but the sun is always pouring.
The one thing I tried to escape keeps calling my name.
Yet I keep running.
From what I am not sure.
I just know that my heart is no longer there.
This is the bounty my heart must pay.
The sting of living when the ones that should be are not.
The disaster of this duster is all that one can muster.
I need to go back.
That was once my home