Looking for rolling hills
North of my home, south of the sea
Hoping I will find the previous me
Knowing well that view kills
Knocking mentally on doors
To where I'm longer invited
Hoping I will be with others reunited
But noone's answering the knocks
Searching for things I used to taste
Meals I have eaten and enjoyed
Plastics that I have once with toyed
Hoping for the childhood I waste
I only search for things far gone
That are simply no more
Found a lemonade that I drank as a kid once that I've been searching for for years while on my trip