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