There are many places we have been before.
There are many places that a million others have taken the same picture in.
There are many similar places we have looked at from far away.
Sometimes we can't decide what we are really looking at.
Then we recompose and see it a little different.
That was better.
I'll be back home as if I was never here.
It's hard to keep things aligned when they all reverberate inside of you.
There it is again.
Then it escapes you once more.
Get me a roller for this hot asphalt dumping between my thoughts.
It smooths out paths to somewhere, sometimes familiar.
But haven't I crossed this bridge once, twice, maybe three times already?
Yes but I'm going places I've never been before.