Almost nostalgic,
I sit there wondering.
Haven't I been here before?
This feeling—eerily familiar.
Haven't I seen this road?
These curves, all too known.
Everything it's shown.
Almost frightening,
I sit there reminiscing.
Which way was it again
Out of this hole?
This void I feel,
Wasn't it here all along?
Or did I cut it out?
Just now.
Yes,
I know this place.
This is home.