NOT MY TIME

Tomorrow, I'm returning home to where I belong with this paper in my hand and the words to this song. Today, I will sleep one last time in my bed, hanging onto everything and anything that was ever said. Yesterday, I was swimming in the dry river until it was filled with tears. I sat there and cried.

I am walking down these roads with a heavy load on my back, trying to remember why I left, trying to forget why I want to stay. I'm going home, so I need to turn that page of yesterday as I'm still hoping and searching to find my way.

Nothing makes sense; not everything is written in books, but in the stars that have my head spinning, telling me there is more I need to know before I say my thousand goodbyes and go.

Tomorrow is today, and I'm going home. I always thought it would rain on the day I die, but we are in the middle of a heat wave, and everyone's eyes are dry but mine, so just maybe it is not my time.