Another

You say it's gone

Though it never is

And there is always another.

And you'll bore of this

You will bore yourself

And you don't need a reason.

And you're never home

So you're never lost

And you've never wanted less.

Well, this has nothing to do with loss.

You say you're sure

Though you never are

There are always reminders

That there is a start

And there is an end

And that the two bare no relation

To the time you get

To secure some some rest

And to feel that you belong.

And the sun, it may set, but it will rise again.