The Traveller

Once as a child I looked out from home
Over the fields I saw travellers passing in the night
On their way to destinations unknown

Time erodes us
Life escapes us

Once as a man I returned to that place
And traced the paths I had walked before
My people were gone, but I felt them still

We can never truly return
Because we never truly leave

Now I am the traveller
Looking back upon my former home

I can never return to those times
But they live on in me, in this place