I am in a loop,
recounting lost memories, rewriting new ones with the past
It was easy, yet so difficult
the wait was the best part of it all, the thrill, the head in the clouds feel
still latched onto the thought of what was, not what is
one highway and i keep missing the exit
all the signs point to west, but they are unfamiliar
I have reminisced, and wondered, continued to ponder.
is this the reason i am who i am?
i sometimes fall into a almost maniac state
of course I point it out, and it fades
but one day, my nomadic tendencies will peer through
and I’ll walk away, fulfilled