All along the way I lost myself
I dropped bits of me like breadcrumbs
In hopes to find my way home someday
But home isn't quite what it used to be
It's not a building any more,
It's a burnt down ramshackled pile of ashes
And as I sit here in these ashes I think of you and I realize you were home all along,
But I burnt it down
I did everything all wrong
Warsan Shire was right all along
Maybe I should have taken the heed of the soothsayer
But I'm just like every player of this game before me
Always choosing wrong
I no longer wish to hit my bong to find home because now that I know where home is it's hopeless to keep searching.
