Too deep for these shallow puddles. Surface level connections glide by in twilight, cycle through in double time, every time. Searching, searching for the answers that only come from within.  

Misguided trials attempting to clutch at some kind of comfort. Searching for some solace in this endless maze of mirrors and smoke. 

I dream to go home, but home seems an elusive place. It’s like a memory that echoes in my mind that never quite settles. It dances from light to darkness, always escaping true form. 

Home is but a feeling, one that only you could make me feel. I yearn to go back there across imaginary roads long gone. You are my home.