Just a lost traveler trying to get home,
lost in a cloud of my own doubts and inhibitions,
my map turned to patches an my worn heart and prayer burnt knees.
where to turn?
is there no shelter that can contain the wayward wonderer in me?
never happy anywhere, always so eager to leave.
once turned to distant memory, calmberback and try to grasp, the tattered shreds of my past.
life slipping through my fingers,
it's time to travle once again, only this time,
i want to go back to where it all began.
all roads lead to rome.
maybe one will lead me home.
