They Come, They Go

They Come, They Go

Such are their journeys as pilgrims of time
A place from which all came, so grand an affair
Though they parade amidst all that is fine 
Days and nights teach the limits of being here

They will be restless as they search for stillness
To embrace what was once their place of dwelling
When the night hushes them to sleep, to be helpless
Daylight awakens these souls only to remind them of their reason for being

Is there a purpose why they come in clothes of flesh? 
Where under cover by everything but who they truly are?
It is futile to hide for helpless they are and will confess 
This journey they're on, once seen from afar 

Yet an ever-constant yearning to return to what they do not know
The mysteries of the heart, stories of their lives
In all their restlessness, from where they came, soon to finally go
A testament to time here and what was done to survive