Somewhere I Be - A1

Somewhere in the search,
I got lost in the lost and never found.
I’m an illusion of an allusion to myself.
Reboot, Gods… is there hope for me?

Repetition.
Clarity.
Redefined.
Now modified.
Now no longer who I was.

Do I like who I am?
Do I know who I am?
Am I Dorothy,
Lost on a yellow brick road?

Somewhere…
I’m looking for someone—me.
Somewhere I remember,
Somewhere I’ve never been.

Somewhere between who I was
And who I’m supposed to be,
I lost the map,
I lost the road,
I lost the person looking back at me.

Everyone tells you to follow the road,
but nobody tells you
where “home” actually is
when you’re no longer sure who you are.

Can I be happy with uncertainty,
on shifting sands of identity?
Will I ever know again who I am,
or only what I was?

I don’t want to be
a pigeon on the pier,
knowing the way,
but never going anywhere.

Just staying.
And staying.
And staying.

Somewhere…
there has to be somewhere.

Maybe somewhere isn’t a place.
Maybe somewhere isn’t who I was.
Maybe home isn’t waiting
at the end of the yellow brick road.

Maybe I don’t need to find
the person I used to be.

Maybe I can meet
the person I’m becoming.

No map.
No mirror.
No certainty.

Somewhere I don’t know.
Somewhere I’ve never been.

And maybe that’s the point.

I don’t have to know
where I’m going
to know I’m moving.

I don’t have to know
who I’ll be
to know I’m still here.

So goodbye, Dorothy.
Keep your yellow brick road.

I’ll take the long way.

Somewhere…

I’ll find somewhere.

Or maybe—

I’ll make it.

Somewhere.