I was a wayward, a wanderer

Always going off the paved path,

And into the one of unknown.

Travelling further and further

Away from the one I was set for.

My own way was what mattered

My own hopes, my own dreams,

The ones that were for me.

But they didn’t get me far

I was always stuck in a loop.

But they still held on to me

And lead me back to the start,

I still felt lost and alone.

The key they’d given me still fit the lock,

But the house no longer felt like home.