I do not know where I am.
I see the tunnel, but I cannot see the light.
This place is all so familiar, yet it not what I remember.
A mistake was made, yet I cannot admit what it was.
The halls and walkways bring back joy, but much more pain.
I wish I could turn back, but that boat has long gone.
This road is the one I chose, the one that was less traveled.
I am back where I do not want to be, but this is part that makes me who I am.
I need to turn around and find the hope, but the thought of being is tearful to some.
There is nothing else for me to do, I admit my mistake, and I hope for a brighter day.
Maybe then I can see the light.