You can't go home again...
When the long road is at its end,
And you finally turn for home,
It feels you hold a ticket to
A bittersweet past
that you once knew.
You see the self you left behind,
Each thought and feeling undenied,
The naive dreams,the simple heart,
That played such an immense part..
But you are not that same soul now.
The world rushed on,
it never ceased,
But this small world
remains in peace
Untouched by time,
a sacred space,
A black-and-white photo,
kept in its place,
Pressed in an album,
frozen in grace.
The scenery is all the same,
But you have changed,
it's not a game.
So you just stand there
for a while...
And will it feel like coming home?
You can t go home again...
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