The path leading home is a narrow road
More so if you do not know the way.
The burden of many years a heavy load
As mirages of memories dance and sway.
I teeter on yesterday's sheer abyss
Avoiding the solid boulders of time.
Afraid that unknown turn-offs I'll miss
For yesterday's roads have no reason or rhyme.
The road back home moves over treacherous terrain
Winding through the lonely corridors of my heart.
Black crows keep pecking at my sickly brain
As the descent into yesterday rips me apart.
The road back home is desolate and bare
The landscape so foreign and unknown.
Easy to lose my way,easy not to care
For yesterday's promises are tossed and blown.
The road leading home is one of defeat
A journey searching for fragments of me.
For reality can simply not compete
With the illusions I call my memory.
Home is where the heart is, so they say,
Between self and heart lies many years.
The heavy toll simply too much to pay
For the way back home is obscured by tears.