An attempt to capture the idea that while we are present and have a purpose here in this world, we are not made for it.
Wake up from a fitful night
Let my eyes adjust to the light of
Another day that I'm stumbling through
Trying to work out what I'm meant to do in
This foreign land that I'm trapped inside
Familiarity leaves a place to hide
All the things I know that I won't let go
That steal everything I know
Can I find my way
Back to where you are?
Could the gap between
Us have grown to far?
Feels like I've been
In this place too long,
But I know for sure
That I don't belong...
No landmarks to guide my way
Can't follow stars in the heat of the day
Directional sense is out of line and
Wandering feels like wasting time
Standing still could be a new view, but
It's the one thing that I can't do
Wanting so hard to right this wrong yet
So afraid to belong...
The north wind wakes my mind
Tells me of a place to find
Beyond this world I can only see
Beyond this choking complacency
The road ahead seems hard but yet
My mind's made up, my will is set
For this confirms what I've always known:
This world is not my home...