You've been gone so long,
And come so close,
But nothing feels quite like it should,
You've lost your sense of fulfillment,
And carried yourself forward,
Even when your legs caved in.
It seems to be in the end,
That what you've been looking for,
Is Seven Steps Back toward nowhere,
And turning around is no longer useful,
In figuring out which way is home,
Or where you think you belong.