back from a journey

we see so little of the great surround
a moment's pause would be no major cost
time's not valued in euro or in pound

we cross vast distances in one huge bound
from end to end we're prodded and we're bossed
we see so little of the great surround

isolate behind our high walls of sound
we do not see the waves on which we're tossed
time's not valued in euro or in pound

alone upon our little bits of ground
we have no care for all the miles we've crossed
we see so little of the great surround

each of us kings on our own midden-mound
fearful of rain and drought and heat and frost
time's not valued in euro or in pound

not one of us knows just what we've here found
nor why in finding we become the lost
we see so little of the great surround
time's not valued in euro or in pound