Home Was Not Home

I woke up in a bed all too familiar to me
Woke to a world all the same as before I left
Just seemed to me I'd be reminiscent of the stillness of the voices
With memories spilling out the back of my head
All for me so I could pick up again

But I got a rude awakening, dismay and tragedy
Bombarded me in my unawareness
As I sat to watch the memories burn in the fires
Of boredom and purposelessness, what now shall I say
What can I do next, what can I scratch off my calendars of lists

Wake from the ending world of pretty and beautiful
The trees surrounding the lakes, the music filling the night scene
Reality kicks me in my hands to know there's nothing left
I'm given new hands, what do I do with them now
Saddening as it is for me, it affects the all of us

I want to sleep again, dream of the pretty that we don't live
But we ever so need to know the kindness of the world
There's still blood in my bones, but the mind is thawing
Each fray is collapsing between my knees and I can't walk no more
Distance is short, can You pick me up and fly me there home