Drive

I drove down Watson Road
I was confused as I was home
It was the same, Where was my family?
I realized time is a cycle

I looked into our house
Empty, I was enraged
Silent, A lone tear
It has dawned upon me
I looked onto our baseball field

I needed to run and hide
Why did I come here, I asked myself
Too much has happened
And not enough has been realized

I want to tell someone, to explain
What has happened?
I again am lost

I drove down Watson Road
I heard my father's voice as I did
"You can always come home"

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