To “find” oneself is often the way  
That folks from normalcy go astray.  
They leave the comforts and routines of home,  
In frivolities’ paths to wander and to roam.  

The temptation there is so very alluring  
It makes ones’ stay sometimes enduring.  
There is always something new to try  
That will cause you to eventually ask yourself why.  

When finally you reach the end of that road,  
And flounder and fret from the heavy load,  
As in your haste alternatives are sought,  
Perhaps where you left was not as bad as you thought.  

To return there will necessitate swallowing your pride,  
As you admit that the way you have tried  
Was not as fulfilling as you thought it would be.  
Now you must from it purposefully flee.  

As you travel that lonely road back to your home,  
Remember that you never travel alone.  
A constant Companion is by your side,  
He will forever there abide.