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It is as if nothing has changed,
Here I am once more,
Standing upon the shore.

Like a moth to a flame,
I am always drawn to the water,
Drawn into this city.

I can retrace my steps,
For its a path I've walked many time before.
But like before,
I have no idea where to step next.

Spring hovers in the air,
Pushing out the chill of winter air,
A new season.

Once again,
I'm standing at the edge.

Once again,
I find myself lost once more.

Adrift on this sea called life,
Blown to and from work each week.
Desperately seeking a calm shore.

It's a walk I've made many years before,
For then the future seemed so open,
I didn't care that there was no map.

But now that I've come back,
Two years have passed,
Those feelings fade.

For here I am,
Surrounded by stone, steel and glass,
Yet all I wish was that I was surrounded by someone's arms.

But the lingering chill reaches down to more core,
There is no warmth left anymore.
Once again standing alone,
At the edge of it all.

It took two years to come back to the start,
Two years to realize I still have no idea what I'm doing.

But this time it is no longer okay,
This time I wish I had guidance,
Wish there was a simple path.

For they all tell me how lucky I am,
Such a good job,
I should be happy.

Yet each day drags by,
And I feel like I'm trapped,
The walls close in.

I just want to be free,
Breathe the afternoon air,
Feel the sun once more.

Perhaps it's a stupid ideal,
And it's probably a stupid idea.
To throw this all away.

Will I regret making the choice,
Waste away everything I have for a few moments of freedom.

Would it be a bigger regret,
To not take the chance at all.

Two years ago I was going to do the same thing,
Yet I got caught,
And two years on here I stand.

Staring out upon the black waters of the bay,
It always fascinates me how light shimmers from distant shores,
I always wonder what it's like on the other side.

I know I'm not alone,
but it feels like that each night.

For here I sit,
Typing away,
Some things never change.

Maybe life really is one big disappointment,
Is that the moment we become adults?

We realize that our dreams don't come true,
That you can be anything you want is just a lie,
It is only there to give us hope,
Keep us blinded from the truth.

Or do you really have to take a chance,
Risk it all,
With a roll of the dice?

Because once again I stand here,
At the edge of the city,
A path I know well,
A spot I have been to before.

Maybe it's been two years,
Maybe six,
Maybe eight,
But here I stand.

Still carrying the same fears and self doubt.
I look into the mirror,
And see the same scared boy from high school.

Some things never change.
Maybe all that space in between,
Was all just an illusion.

Or worse yet,
Brief glimpses of possibility.
But they fade fast.

All that's left is the vast ocean before me,
And the silent city behind me.

And there's just me,
Standing between the both.

Only now I don't know where to go
I've completed this trip,
One revolution,
One circle,
And I'm back at the start.

Only one question remains,
Where do I go from here?