From here and there and back again,
Not knowing why or stopping when
People once I knew — I chance to meet
Or pass them fleetingly on the street.
For time, the wise — I see her run
And with the dusk of the setting sun
Those I knew have quickly changed
Become detached and now estranged.
Did I wander and grow apart?
Or was it like that from the start?
Never true friends, just a deceiving charade.
False from the instance connections were made.
Still around me people who appear to be true
But in reality — I walk alone, I always do.
Back to where? Not there but here again!
Why? I don’t know and stopping only at the end.