Returning

I find it so cold now,
I wonder if I'm still in the world,
Or if I've found myself in the outskirts,
Where are the unemployed and unnurtured.

A quick twist of thought can sky rocket you all,
Into netherworlds that you once looked upon,
As someplace someone else goes who's weak in the mind,
But it's a possibility for every human.

True strength lies not in avoiding these pitfalls.
Such journeys help to expand your understanding,
As long as you can find your way back to the place,
Where nothing's necessarily as it need be.

And it's alright,
If you never return after all.
Unlike the unemployed and the unnurtured,
The government will- wait, they'll also let you fall.