Up is Down, Moving On

A lot has changed since you left town.

Look around, You don’t run things around here no more.

Girls have moved on, boys have grown up.

Toys have been broken, shipped, sold, and stolen.

Family has packed, shipped, moved, and departed.

The town you once knew isn’t the town that you grew.

The city has grown, the buildings have expanded.

Time has developed the strange neighborhood.

Familiar, hazy, and unforgettable but unnamable faces.

Nothing is like time, constant.

Along your journey you have changed,

Along your journey you have died.

The character of individuality has become a solo follower.

Who is this man.?

The once sweet, tender, loving boy has become nothing more

Than an asshole.

Maybe he cares on the inside, and doesn’t show it on the out.

Some say he’s built a wall around his entire self, and won’t let anyone in.

Others who he calls friends don’t even notice.

He could be lost,

No he would show signs of weakness.

His confidence is too high, His pride is too deep.

Maybe He’s right,

Or maybe we’re wrong.

He could be depressed,

Possibly just alone.

Nothing to live for?

Something to live out.

Not enjoying life,

Taking it day by day.

A lot has changed since you left town.

Look around, You don’t run things around here no more.

You act like he cares.

Why does it matter if he cares?

Because someone down the long list of losses has to be one.

I would care, but what’s the point.