In the deepening hours of darkness
I lost sight of my cares
And though I searched for them all over
I couldn't find them anywhere
I panicked almost straight away
I ran around in terror
But this wasn't helping me
I wasn't getting any closer
So I stopped what I was doing
I stood so very still
I could hear my own heartbeat
Down my spine ran a chill
I realised what I was looking for
Was not what I really need
I walked away from it calmly
Hope had planted its seed
I knew what I had to do now
To leave it all behind
I had to go back to the beginning
I needed to rewind
I found the root of the problem
And I knew how to throw it away
I had to run from the issues
I had to go back to that day
So I ran home and packed my bag
And left without a word
No one noticed that I'd gone
No one even heard
I ran to the top of the grey hill
And scurried over its top
Making my way to the city
Listening out for the cops
I had still had a log road to travel
My head was spinning again
But I walked and walked onwards
Ignoring all of the pain
And when in the end I got there
I reached the city gates
I opened up my eyes to them
I forgot about the hate
I wandered through the tough crowds
I touched them as I passed
And it was then that I knew it
I was home at last.
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