Almost Home
Almost home… Or so I thought One more hallway
One more block
(almost
home) The door stayed open when I left
The quiet followed every step
Outside was colder than before
But I kept walking toward something more
Street after street, the signs went dim
The air grew still,
the lights grew thin
I counted every turn I made
Still, every corner looked the same
I kept moving I kept saying
Just a little farther Just a little longer
But the road curved Without warning
And something in the distance Started feeling familiar
I was almost home
Until home started looking like you
Every road I chose
Led me back to the same old view
I was almost free
Until freedom felt familiar too
I was almost home
Until home started looking like you
Almost
home
Almost home
Why does every way forward Lead where I already go?
The windows held a softer light
The kind we used to leave at night
A three-note melody floated through
And every note pulled me toward you
I saw the outline of a room
The same old dust,
the same perfume
I touched the wall,
I knew the grain
I’d found the silence once again
I kept moving
I kept saying This must be another
Place that only feels familiar
Then the floor moved Under my feet
And the past began breathing Somewhere underneath
I was almost home
Until home started looking like you
Every road I chose
Led me back to the same old view
I was almost free
Until freedom felt familiar too
I was almost home
Until home started looking like you
Almost home Almost home
Why does every way forward
Lead where I already go?
Maybe home was never shelter
Maybe home was just a shape
Maybe every door I opened Was another one we made
Maybe distance bends in circles Maybe time forgets to move
Maybe I was never leaving Only finding my way through
Almost
Almost
One more turn One more door Same breath
Same sound
Same silence Coming around
I was almost home
Until home started looking like you
Every road I chose
Led me back to the same old view
I was almost free
Until freedom felt familiar too
I was almost home
Until home started looking like
you At the end of the hallway
The first door stood open
And something inside
Was waiting for me (breath)