19 February 2013
A poem based on The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Through the woods, to journey on To a world you thought was gone. A world remembered just in song And child's tales that were old and long.
Seeking fame, seeking glory, Wanting to tell a brand new story. This time you'd be the hero, surely, And bring back treasures silver and pearly.
Come back, come back, come back home. Come back to rest your feet, as you roam. See the tea, sitting at your chair, alone. The chair you once thought of as your throne.
But when you've seen such treasure fair, Nothing could be the same back there. You want the wind blowing through your hair As you climb the mountains, if you dare.
You come with adventures that could fill a book. And even though you're much more than you look, You'll never get rid of the treasure you took. For right now, you're off the hook.
When you come back through the rain, And nothing seems to change Except you know you're not the same. You try your hardest to stay sane.
In dreams, you lend a helping hand, But the gold slips through just like sand. The mountains are what you want to see in the end, Once you go there and back again.
There And Back Again • Opuss № I