Route 315

This is life.
This is escape.
This is my mind.
But who are you?

I was once here
On this very seat.
On this very route.
But why were you?

A time in the past
Redefined for the present.
Relived in the future.
I was here.
But when were you?

I was once lost,
A hopeless case.
I was once nothing
But what were you?

I left home.
Escaping my mind.
Escaping the prison cell
That it put me in.
I was there.
But where were you?