As you sit back you see,
These are the places and people you used to be,
Each time reminds you of another memory,
To be honest it's almost scary,
To a point you can't explain,
Hold it in and refrain,
No, it's not bad,
But it makes you mad,
Because you know what you've lost and you'll never get it back,
But how?
But why?
It wasn't that long ago, so you try,
Try to regain what you once knew but come up empty,
Living in a time and world that's not that easy,
So you sit,
Shoot the shit,
Explaining, remembering, and story telling,
It doesn't ease the pain but it makes you proud,
To be where you're from and see what you've risen above,
And after a while,
You lighten up and begin to smile,
You learn to control your rage,
And see that there are just some things you cannot change,
You accept this and go through,
With the things you know and along the way learning things new,
Moving nearer,
To understanding things and making them clearer.
