I didn’t know what I was looking for
I wasn’t surprised being lost again.
Looking up at a near starless night
Seeking true north and maybe something else
That must have been it then,
that must have been why
I tripped, tumbled, fell on knees
determined to make me pray
With gravel ground into my skin
And palms forced from being fists to fight the fall
Even when I can’t find myself
All roads would still lead me to you.