| How many times have I been here More than worth counting It does however get better A little bit every time I come back a little bit closer A little bit more That's what really matters Not how you got there But that you got there at all In a strange place Familiar yet different Full of impatient comfort Slightly confused surety Long to be before But can't wait for after Spiraling thoughts And linear feelings Do I go back to yesterday Or do I go forward to tomorrow I believe the path is clear And riddled with obstructions |