Things change.
It’s the truth.
Strangers become friends, friends become strangers.
Summers lose their charm, winters become tolerable, pleasant even.
Ice-cream is now boring, cheesecakes are yum.
Small talk feels like small talk, and serious talk is in.
Did I tell you that things change?
You wanted a library full of novels, and a life that mirrored fiction.
Now you just want a job that’ll let you earn tonnes.
Where is the crazy laughter? The candid smile?
Where are the brushes and paints? The satisfaction when you ran that extra mile?
I bet you thought things will never change.
Did your hair just get shorter? Or worse, thinner?
Did you ever think your guitar would gather dust?
Did I despise so many people back then?
Did I care for what people thought I ought to become?
I did not see this coming- this alien altered state of things.
This constant voice telling you to perform,
This dread of losing beloved ones,
When did I stop trying my best?
When did I last throw caution to the wind?
Does everyone feel this way?
Or are some of us more guarded than the rest?
Are there too many question marks in this piece?
Does the title sound like an album’s name?
Did you fear a typical life?
Did you want to surpass all avarice?
I never thought I could feel such an array of emotions.
I never thought I would worry about the dark end of the spectrum.
N.B. This piece has been inspired by the words of a very close and dear friend, and I give her full credit for the title and the words that follow. Thank you Dampy, for I thought I would never write again.
