Sunday 14 April 2013

Homage to an old friend


Every time I look back
At all the things I’ve done
I feel this astounding sense of achievement
To think, you thought you won

Whenever I look at you
You’re wearing lucid, hateful eyes
You swallowed all my dignity
But you can’t take away my pride

Whenever I walk past you
With that evil smirk on your face
Walking round inside your bubble
As if you own the place

I always feel amazed
That I believed the hype
That you were the only human being
That I needed to like

I almost can’t believe
The person I become
I know you can’t believe it either
Cause you still think you have won

I always get the impression
That you’re going no where fast
You’ll always be in this boring town
Talking out of your arse

You may point and laugh at me
You might find me bizarre
You might think I’m the same old person
But you knew right from the start

That I would change as time goes on
And you would be the same
On the rare occasions that I talk to you
I can see that nothings changed

But I have grown inside
And will continue to do so
I don’t know where life will take me
But I know where I want to go


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