On my way back
By these breadcrumbs of mine
Chasing them backward
Ever lesser the time

Sometimes it feels
Like my memories come to me
In an instant
The more I learn
The more I seem to remember

Trying to figure out what I had
When I didn’t know what it was
A storehouse full of moments
With nothing but because

Revelations
Empty Stations
Is anybody else on this ride?
I got on and spread my legs
In this cabin till I’ve found today

Inside I’ve found an archive
Of things I’ve lived and held close
Though never understood
Like something hid beneath a flower’s pedals
Waiting to bloom when the sun was true

The attendant of circumstance
Always brings a meal
The conductor of reality
Keeps us between the rails

They never asked for my ticket
Because the voyage is mine
The baggage I brought on
Seems little now

The view outside the window
Seems not to matter to progression
Onward and forward
As I’ve learned that lesson

Up the hills and over the mountains
Will and wisdom know few bounds
Life can be stingy enough
But the good deeds will come round

From above there seems but steam
A cloud of what I try to mean
The bumps I feel remind me still
Of what little can be to those once ill

Through the cabins
Eyeing more
There’s plenty yet
To be in store

On my way back
By these breadcrumbs of mine
Going through life
Ever lesser the time