One Step Back, Two Steps Forward

If You Think You're Changing, Look Around.

In the end, every aspect changes,

The walk in the park, where the grass isn't so green anymore,

Your favourite cafe, where the drinks don't taste the same as it was a few months ago,

Your favourite book, pages astray and dotted yellow,

The music you listen to, meanings change,

The colour that once brought you sadness, now fills you with flutter,

The posters on your bedroom wall, faded.

The photos that once meant to much, now just a fraction of your memory,

The darkness, that now you find peace,

The mirror, where you look at yourself everyday, watching yourself grow.

That's how we're built here, on these temporary grounds,

But what remains, are the memories in those places,

with those you once called family,

ones you called friends.