Who am I? Where am I going?
Its an endless battle the tide constantly turning
Its like you get so secure, in your own little world
And then something comes to shatter what you’ve learned

Learning new things isn’t so bad
But its not just that it’s the not going back
Each new thought destroys what you have tried so hard to secure
A feeling of comfort, in your own skin, in your own world

And here you are left, naked to the bone
Naked to the heart and naked to the soul
A child looking to return to the womb
That shoved you out so quickly into the cold

I want to go home, my vacation is over
But I can’t figure out how to get out of this cover
I’ve seen other people, waiting, wondering, and watching
And they never get home; they only get softened

A poet once said, and left these words in my head:

I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home