Same old town, same old feelings.
Memories kick me to the curb,
thoughts disturbed by bygone days
and ways to keep me at home.
Lockers slam, future plans jammed
into a space too tight for words.
All I heard back then were
insults, putdowns and round after round
of ridicule. Will it be any different,
now that so much time has passed?
Same old town, same old feelings.
I look around and see new buildings,
new businesses, new places to eat dinner.
I was much thinner back then,
thinner of maturity and skin.
I was devoid of internal defenses,
devoid of direction and purpose in life.
Why would I want to stay?
Why would I ever come back?
Same old town, same old feelings.
I take a deep breath and wait
for the right moment to emerge
from my cocoon, my comfort zone.
The rebel inside won’t let me hide
behind the avalanche of anxiety,
the flood of blood I tasted
from all of the time wasted
thinking about the past.
Same old town, same old feelings?
Let’s greet the night with forgiveness.
Brett Mattison