So many roads Ive travelled
in this dark and dreary life.
And yet so many roads laie before me
that I have yet to step upon.
The past is always with you
haunting you, beckoning you,
calling you to return just one last time.
And yet, when you get to where
you have been before,
nothing is the same, and you feel unwanted.
Walking down a street where you used to live,
the house you lived in
has been torn down, and is no longer there.
Only memories remain
of a lifetime, lived so long ago.
People that you have once known,
but do not know you anymore.
Wave and smile blankly at you in the street.
The pain, a lingering lump in the throat.
Choking down tears left unshed.
Sorrow bubbles up from deep inside.
You move on, for everything changes;
And you can never go home again.