The coffee spilled, an unsteady table,
Drying ring that gets darker at the edge
The sleep that lingers long in my red eyes

Creases from my bed

Still mapped along my arms and stubbled face

Contrasting sharply with the rest of the room
Where mothers sit with children
Businessmen eat lunch dressed in suits


I exhale an ellipses and a question mark
The things I have to say

The $$#urance this will work
The shadows of doubt start to swell into an audible cry


�You need to leave from edge of the uncharted lands
The dark spots on maps where no person has ever been
Just give up, go back to California

Go back to where you lived�
But I won't go home


All the second thoughts the minute decisions
In the hours we will never recall
The days we thought our weakness unconquerable

The nights too long

But a month can find a change in position

Sometimes a year is what it takes to realize
All the forward flailing found a foundation
A purpose in time


If I leave from the edge of the uncharted lands
Those dark spots on the map where I was hoping I could stand

Just give up, go back to California
Well what happens then


I'll keep heading towards the edge of the uncharted lands
Those dark spots on the maps where no cartographer has been
Won't give up and go back to California, this is where I live

I am home