have I been here before?

I've come too far from home, lost my way somewhere past the last welcome sign in that state we drove through around 2am on Tuesday.  I'm too afraid to turn back, but where are we off to this time?  I can't keep chasing down a dream that won't let me catch it, my bones are tired and my spirit can't keep loving under the pressure that these walls I've built have created.  What have I become?  A tale of no love and no love lost, a cataclysmic set of waves tossed between oceans, undocumented evidence left behind of a great storm.  What will I leave here?  I'm so scared I've left too many scars, my mark has been made for me and there's no going back now.  I don't want to burn this bridge, I want to turn the wheel and travel back to where I was going in the beginning.  To happy, to free.  Now this isn't fun, it hurts and I'm craving stability.  My turn to close my eyes, stop searching out the right road signs, too many miles between where my feet are planted and where my heart wants to live.  I'm growing to become one with these floors, can't grasp my dreams, can feel everything slowly pulling south.  My heart isn't right.