Journey

[dukealien]

You told me to come home.
I've tried to find 
The way back
But the further I travel
The fewer things I recognize.
Am I lost
Or am I getting close?

Simple, but raising some thought-provoking issues.  Has it been so long the narrator doesn't realize how close he's getting, things having changed?  Or is he really (just) lost?

Or a metaphor for aging:  things look unfamiliar from forgetting.  But in that case, you're always getting closer, no matter where you are,  and the Call is always there.