Where is my north, my home?

Where is the place that I come from?

Where did I go? I turned around and then I’d gone

And in my place stands mounds of stone

In all the time I tried to find me I have lost me.

And on the way, I’ve led astray and been led away by thoughts so inconsequential, that deep inside I know my time has come and gone and come again and I stand scared, afraid to fall, my heart surrounded by this wall, of stone, of sternness, once a smile, I sit and wonder for a while, where do I go? Where am I led? A life to live? Or simply dead?

My compass should point to north but alas, it’s broken, stuck within the past so I can’t find my path. Tomorrow is just another day to get more lost, or find my way.

Where is my north, my home?

Was it with you my dearest one? Or is the fact, that I alone, am all I need to find my home?

Something real is all I need to live without the fear and dread and loathing of what I may have been…if my compass had not broken.

Yet still I live within my dreams.