Going back Home

I tried to stay awake all the night,
when I drove tha van through the track,
whiteness of snow blurring my sight,
so much even it's wiped out the mark.

I heard songs my mind recite,
will I make the journey back,
cause my eyes look some place to look at,
blinking in order like all the books on the rack.

Suddenly I saw you in my thought,
for a moment, my mind wandering around,
thinking all possibilities that I sought,
for good to better or bad to worst I can found.

Somehow I feel silly, but that who I am really,
but from all of the possibilities that should have be,
why those images crossed the place I shouldn't see,
distracting my soul and mind which already empty.

Flash of light opened my eye, freshed my mind,
erasing the dreams which shouldn't have come,
so I forced myself again to tie the bind,
connecting the road to the place I called home.