are you there yet?

You browse away the pages of a lifeless journey, a path too long to remember, a life to meaningless to keep track of. But those photos, those memories stuck in time mean more than you want to admit. Perhaps it's the nostalgia, the warm feeling of a make-belief family, the cold droplets of rain falling on your face, or the soft touch of a hand that has long been gone. You wonder if four years is really that long...is it?
There's crimson, yellow and blues, there's a present black spot in the corner of remembrance. And there you are, is that a baby picture? Is that really you?
You don't know, you can't tell; you can't seem to relate to that happy faced baby any more.
You've lost your way into life, trying different paths, are you there yet? Are you there yet?

this is actually about myself, but it sounds more Homestuck than anything else, dunno why.