Not Three Days

Often times I've come to find
I'm standing right back where I started.
Hard to find the strength of will to start all over yet again.
Broken hearted, lost, confused,
It's time I pack my things and go though last I knew it I had just departed...
not three days ago.

Which way to go?
What road to take?
The path I pick will make or break me.
No way to know
It is too late.
For Heaven's sake please take me...

Far and lost from here.
Across the pond perhaps in Aust near Gloucester, in England.
Find a bar to sit and drink in.
Drown my thoughts instead of think them and then pay my tab and go. Much better this cost, it's just half the cost of my thoughts constantly accosting me..

Exactly where is my wallet?

While searching,
for it, my keys, and phone
I stop to look around...
and when I do I find I'm standing right back where I started, left my wallet, keys, and phone right here, when last I departed...
Not three days ago.