You can’t go home again, they tell you
Very simply: it’s not there!
It’s gone, just like your long gone childhood,
Common wisdom, if you care.
But I’ve gone home, and I can tell you,
Everything I knew was there,
Every little hurt and gladness,
The same trees, cars; the same air,
The same houses, and the people.
How could it be otherwise?
Nothing yet have I forgotten,
Everything I knew was there.