Where does one go,
When there is no where to go.
A world far from here not often known.
Known well by me and myself and I
A world where visits are fewer and far
Not from disinterest but from distraction
The world beckons me back
It cries in its solitude
I try to come back but I’ve forgotten the way
The cries grow more desperate
I am anxiously seeking
My world I am searching,
but it can
no longer
be found.