Chasing Home.

Paint me what home is.
Leave the directions on the table.
Cause I don't know.
If I'm doing this right.
One more chance to suffocate.
Or take a breath and see where it goes.
I'll follow the sky.

They'll let me know.
If you were wrong.
If this is letting go.
I can only trust myself.
And the clouds that follow me.

If I followed the sun.
I would never know the night.
If I followed the moon.
I would never see the light.

All the colors.
Censored by my worthless dreams.
The chase, in the end.
Would never be worth.
The times I dreamt.
Of the day I would leave.

No matter the pain.
Or the loss of dreams.
I could always do the same thing.
And follow the sky.

I will miss the view.
And all the times staring into it.
Wondering how often it changed.