Where Do We Go?

Where do we go when home isn’t home?

When it’s empty and hollow and no light is shone?

Where do we go when home isn’t home?

And we’re saying goodbye to the life that we’ve known?

Where do we go when the habits we’ve formed are tattered and torn?

Where do we go when we’re sitting alone with our demons inside and much to atone?

Where do we go when we’re not hungry to eat or too weak to stand on our feet?

Where do we go when the memories surface and our eyes become wet when there’s no longer kismet?

Where do we go when our insides are twisted and our heads are all cloudy with our hearts heavy and pouty?

Where do we go when the dust settles low, when our hearts are mending and our minds are no longer pretending?

Where do we go when it’s no longer we and simply just me?

where did we go?