I was there, once again,
that place where I so often want to be, but its never the same when I finally get there.
I never know what to expect, sometimes I walk away from that place
wishing I didn't ever have to go back, sometimes I never want to leave..
Sitting on the staircase they all came in, I rushed to them, nearly falling down.
they didn't see me. I tried and tried to get their attention, it had been so long,
they had forgotten me. I wrapped my arms around them. It didn't matter.
They didn't know.
My heart hurt, all those days spent missing them.
I was forgotten...
I don't want to go back.
But I didn't have a choice.
Sooner or later, I was bound on a journey, both pleasant and unpleasant..
I had to go back.