I am sentimental, lost in a river of wandering, leading back to my door.  Always seeking something new, an adventure, a challenge, or a place to explore. But leading to where? Perhaps my ego, or hopes, that’ll you see my secrets, and that I am what I deserve. Maybe that was my goal, leading back to my door by a different path, not seen. Until one day, I stumbled, and saw what was right outside my door.