I'm afraid of change
But I'm growing just the same
Trying to hold tightly
To the things that once defined me
But I'm panicking because it slips away
Each day
I'm somewhat different to the last
More parts are woken
More things are spoken
I'm afraid I won't be able to relate
To the girl I once was
And the loves in my life
I'm different from these people, always have been, but seeing it more now
Can feel it getting stronger
Wanting to explode away
From the monotony they
Accept.
The routine.
The expect.
Same the same and the same again
Yes they'll always be home
But does home live in the past
Where is home for me now
On the road
In the unexpected
I miss them
For the friendship we used to have
For the times we were the same people
Just because we want different things out of life
Does that mean we're doomed for separation
These people
Who once defined me
Helped me to write me
I'm not ready to let them go
But this passion and this drive
The thing that keeps me alive
The closer I move toward it
The further I am from them
The more I reject the norm
The more removed I become
Would you rather be blind and lonely, lonely in your ideas, the things you think about, the conversations you know you need and have
Or awake and lonely.
Is it one or the other though?
I fucking hope not.
