So close to the beginning,
The place that’s just your own,
And time seems to be expanding
When you’re on the slow crawl home.

The skies are painted purple,
With headlights shining through,
And you ache to know yourself again,
In the place that feels most true.

It has been such a long time
And you’re starting to forget,
But you’re so close you can feel it,
Though you’re not quite home yet.




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