Time

I have come back, why did I dream That life could be the same? I walk the old familiar streets And someone calls my name.

Around me others move about Like actors on the screen, While I, the audience, look on A too familiar scene.

This is no way to blot out things A man should never see, With row on row of empty days In slow monotony.

I have come back, you are too kind, Yes, much too kind to me, But only time can bring again The peace that used to be.