I'm not back where I started,
but I'm back in a familiar zone
with familiar feelings of rejection.
I'm back with my old friend:
but this time I'm not falling apart.
There is a strange sense of belonging here,
as if any other place would
I know my way around here,
I know what the road signs mean,
I know where the exit ramp is,
no matter how long it takes
me to get there.
I'm on the expected path
- how could I have thought
there could have been another?
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