I went back, through memories,
To see the time when I was born,
To taste the air that once I breathed,
And walk bare-foot upon the sand.
My feet they took me far and near,
Each fall inside another’s shoe,
The outstretched hand my fingers held,
As I strode through a pleasant land.
But buildings rose, and buildings fell,
Unrecognised behind my eyes,
And voices that I thought I knew,
Softly whispered, “Go back home.”
So lost I came at last to here,
Where fruits have withered on the vine,
And roots have curled inside and died,
And strangled thoughts again to roam.