Where do you go When the comforts that you thought you knew Start to shatter like a glass of bitter whiskey Underneath the weight of all the epiphanies
That perhaps you will never truly have Anywhere to call home. And you can only wander endlessly As you walk out
Trying not to look back As the familiarity tries to pull you in with its stinging warmth. If one day maybe They'll have the heart to accept you despite it all.
There you go again leaving everything behind.
But at this point, it's simply second nature to you isn't it?