Hello
Where did you go?
Is anybody home?
I have nowhere left to go.
Arrows pointing me this way and that
Contradicting themselves.
Directing me right back to where I am.
What was the point of that journey?
I sat right where I was
Picking blades of grass as I sort though
Demons, reasons, dreams, reality
What is me and what is heresy.
Accept what is and move on, right?
Maybe left.
There's nothing left but questions.
And confusion.
Have I lost you yet?
Maybe you'll find me on your way back.
Then again, maybe not.
Vapors don't hang around long.
Every ghost town needs just that.
Allow me to oblige.
For now, I'll just lay here in this grass.
Hum a little tune.
Pick the flower next to me
and watch it die in my hand.
"I once was lost but now I'm found.
Was blind but now I see."