Memories from another place I

I've had my fair share of easy roads laid out before me
to know in the long run, they only make your journey harder
but late weekend nights tend to be noisier than I expected
hours stretch to double its size
everything comes crashing down
and I try my best to remember
the things I've learned so far
try to put the pieces together
hoping one day I'll make out the picture
praying that one day is today
and wishing harder each hour-feeling minute
wishing I were home