Returned

Returned to
Make my life here again
Why is it
That when I return here
I can never find
In my memories
A way to
Live here again
Where is the map
The destination
Joyful freedom
There is no
Leading hand
To show me some glyphs
Some metaphor to remind me
How I lived here
Every time
Fades
So that when I return
It is as if I have lived here forever
Into the dim recesses
Of my mind
And yet nowhere
Can I find the instructions
To how