Back again to this mad place
A pen maneuvering light like a boxer weaving
In and out
Up and down
The quiet man scrolls through his phone
Looking up only for a familiar voice
His thumb slides through time
An old place you once called home
Now the ghosts linger there
Walking through the halls memories flood back Booming loud sounds
Of the person you once were
Funny how a place once your own
Can be someone else's
Attachments fade
People move on
Ghosts will always linger
They stay as the world turns
And the rest of us fade to dust
