I'm riddled with
The darkness of the other side
The oblivion that lies within
Mysteries of the horizon.

I've been there and it's
Anticlimactic really
Because there's more
Horizon.

More mystery
More oblivion
More darkness
More riddles.

Nothing to write home about
Nothing to waste my tears on
Nothing that fills my soul
Nothing worth waking up for.

And so I come back to you
Where the grass is plush
Where I've weathered the storm
Where I'm understood
Where I can be loved.