Though the paths look familiar,

They to have all changed.

What once was clear in my mind,

No longer is it the same.

Roads gone,rivers change course,

Altered lands lay before me.

Nothing is how it used to be,

As far as my eyes can see.

Faces in front of me,

No memoreys do they stir.

Nothing seems in focus,

With tears my eyes begin to blur.

Where did it all go,

Or was it that I was gone.

Things kept on moving,

It all had to carry on.

Now I return,my pen in hand,

Seeing home again for the first time.

My memoreys are of old,

Making me so sublime.

I will embrace the new,

To understand I must try.

To make this my home again,

And again make my heart fly.