Tell me: where do you go from here?

I saw a photograph from the past
It showed your family tree all red and gold
It showed your place of birth
And all the colours blurred
Like chalk on a blackboard

And now that you look
It all seems so far away
It's further than it seems

Progress is slow
But it will be easier, it's easier now to say
"I'm home, four doors and all the furniture I own-
Dissolved, I chose to be released from all of this"

It's funny how quickly you forget
And how the smallest of details remain
Flawless and bright
Like the curtains hanging loose
And open in the room
Or your first class when you went to school

And you were last to arrive
You asked your friends for advice
But nothing they said could reach so deep
Or even describe the moment you felt
All alone in your mind
It was the first of five years now -
You're free of all those places
Tell me: where do you go from here?

And now that you look
It all seems so far away
It's further than it seems

Progress is slow
It will be easier, it's easier now to say
"I'm home, four doors and all the furniture I own -
Dissolved, I chose to be released from all of this"

You found a story for yourself
Built from a dream
Removed all inheritance and debt
From here there's nowhere else

And now that you look
It all seems so far away
It's further than it seems

Progress is slow
It will be easier, it's easier now to say
"I'm home, four doors and all the furniture I own -
Dissolved, I chose to be released from all of this"
Four doors
A shelf
A wall
Windows
Chairs
Carpets
And stairs