The past is gone.
It's amazing how little coincidental things seem to pop up around you all at once. Old friends who have been out of touch forever, songs on the radio that are so full of memory that it feels like they are actually calling to you from the past you once knew.
I want to get back to that time, to that young man I was in years long gone. I want to talk to him. I want to show him what he is to become, ask him if this is what he desires, if that is the way he wishes to ultimately come to the truth and knowledge he once so desperately sought.
Can you blame me for these desires? Everything was easier then. So routine, so secure, and yet so full of discovery. Everything new, but everything the same. Nowhere to go but tomorrow. I wish I could go sit at the lunch table and wait for my friends to show up one more time...
I am afraid and I am alone.
I want to get back to that time, to that young man I was in years long gone. I want to talk to him. I want to show him what he is to become, ask him if this is what he desires, if that is the way he wishes to ultimately come to the truth and knowledge he once so desperately sought.
Can you blame me for these desires? Everything was easier then. So routine, so secure, and yet so full of discovery. Everything new, but everything the same. Nowhere to go but tomorrow. I wish I could go sit at the lunch table and wait for my friends to show up one more time...
I am afraid and I am alone.