Lost Home

It seems like I've gotten myself lost again.

This time I couldn't give you the slightest hint as to where I am.

I constantly wander around in the dark trying to get acquainted with my surroundings.

Have my other senses take control while my eyes are absent.

But still, I am lost without a single narrow trail back home.

Now, standing all alone in this foreign land.

Home is a distant memory in the back of my mind

With only enough light to make out its silhouette.

Though I don't think I want to go home.

At least not yet. 

For this world is empty, dark, and daunting...

And it shouts those characteristic loudly in my ears.

But it's only a child,

With much care and patience.

It will blossom.

I won't leave this land alone to be wasted away.

To be forgotten, and damaged.

Before I return home, I will turn this world into something beautiful.

I won't neglect it.

It is mine to take care of, mine to love and cherish.

Before I say my goodbyes to this land, I will make it my home.

Who knows; maybe I won't leave after all.