I’ve come a long way

Longer than the cliché implies

So far

Too far

Lost sight

I hoped

Of where I’d come from

Of the familiar and the dull

And the worries

And the anxiety

 

Yet

I’m back

Not again

Sighing doesn’t cover this disappointment

I really thought I’d gone somewhere

 

 

Whilst standing in the same position

I can see forwards and back

The benefit of foresight

And hindsight

Neither way looks good to me

The third way has already been taken

The only way is down I’m afraid