Lead me back to myself

I have gone on a few too many foreign highways, unfamiliar roads

Inspirations and insights scattered like dust everywhere

Along side are way too many distracting road signs, as well

Catching my eyes... and so losing my steps

Tempting me deeper into the world of my imagination

Slowly erasing my memories

Burying my emotions beneath its lies

The echo of a call seems to grow fainter each hour, each day

I'm afraid that soon it will become nothing more than a whisper, unheard

A fraction of me fights against the paralysis started by fear

While another part of me is weary of making an error in judgment, of altogether miscalculating the jump

Still there's a hunger within me that is quietly bidding its time to devour the moment

Surely the adventure is somewhere to be found

If this journey back to myself isn't already one.

04-15-02 Penn