Sometime we feel like all the places we grew up, the place we were playing hide and seek disappearing while we all sleep. We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to the forces beyond our control. Our head is filled with hope of some place other than here. We feel like we are trapped in the novel that no one will let you leave. We got stuck, as we make our way back down.
But someday we will find ourselves, in a familiar part of town. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the paths present it. Sometimes we see the way out but drift further and deeper despite ourselves. The fear, the anger or the sadness are preventing us from returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier.
Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found. I should take all my chances while I can because I will never know when it going to pass me by.
But for now, I am a distant dreamer.