Nostalgia steadily flows in
A constant trickle,
I'm filled with dreadful longing
Yearning
For what?
My heads been locked in a maze
Everything I once knew..
It fades in and out
Once again I'm left searching..
For something that does not exist
And yet I find myself convinced it does
Yearning for crimson, indigo, passion, and woe
What a magnificent thing it is to feel, to experience, to live
The days drag on and moods shift with the tides
I want to be static, unchanging, firm
A tree with it's roots solid,
Connected to the world
Instead I'm sea foam
Set adrift
Forced to roam
I'll never give up yearning for home