sometimes I forget a place exists,
so I go back, hiking my way down memory lane,
running through all the lists,
wishing, hoping, praying I stay sane
through paths, foreign and the same,
through people, friends now strangers,
sometimes, I forget my own name,
unaware of amnesiac dangers
I wish to see what I left behind,
Probably something I wish I'd never find
yet I forsake the journey before I reach,
and go back the way I came,
when will I teach,
myself that it's all the same
this place has been forgotten, forsaken, foregone
so why do I yearn to come back, sit here, and weep all alone?