(rhymezone again, also I'm changing the order of some of my chapters, don't get confused, just putting one or two of the better ones up top)
Stepping back through a once familiar town,
I'm struck by all that has since altered.
What I had once thought was nailed down
Has changed, and seeing this, I faltered
Remembering fondly the places I'd known,
And all the people whom I've adored,
I see now the gardens are overgrown,
And everyone so distant and bored.
The twisted trees we used to climb,
And the bronze statues by which we played,
Are now so old, so wrecked by time,
I wonder if it would have if I'd stayed.
Had it always just been this way?
The squalor coloured by a child's mind.
The way kids see unicorn and magic fae,
Out of mushroom circles that they find.
Or had something once great now faded,
Preserved only in sepia-toned recollection.
The urge to reconcile to be never sated,
Memories muddled, flawed imperfection.
Or perhaps it had been the others,
Groups of minds shining so bright.
Our friends, and sisters, and brothers,
On their own paths now, own demons to fight.
A journey's end comes again too fast,
Days bleed away, water from cupped hands.
Perhaps sweeter nostalgia isn't destined to last,
Humanity meant to migrate to new lands.
But don't forget me, nor the paths I've tread.
Do not forget what I once had been.
For though we grow, gazes focused ahead,
The changes carved can always be seen.
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Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
