Brief return

Sometimes we try and try, searching and not finding
And we rest and we reflect
Yet, there is some doubt, 'Oh, I must return to check'

So it was for this soul, it had lived and lost
And lived and lost, lost what, it could not recall
But with that sense of loss, it awoke
It was drawn from golden slumber

The land was familiar but it was changed
Lush green now where there had been barren rock
People walked along at great speed
In places that had been empty, devoid
It looked around, neither understanding nor noticed

It returned to rest