Finding my way Home

The stars are out when it's Time. I now know when to go, as the wind twists through me and me. I need to find home.
"It's time to drink the stars and say goodnight."
With my eyes above I must make the way home, through the field of moonlight waves and across the whispering dreams that will lead me astray if I let them. I have been here before, this is not unfamiliar, yet I am still lost in the tall grass of life. It is dark, the moon is out, the trees call for me to join them.

I cannot. I must go home. Home. Home to the warm orange glow that I have come to understand. My companions are waiting like pirates before a swarm. Waiting. Waiting and watching the world around them. Comfortable in place and yet stuck.
"how could they be stuck? They are happy."

Simply. They are conent.
I have been here before too. That straight path ahead leads to a glorious dawn, but it is not mine to take. The darker and twisted is for me.

I will not find home tonight.