Poem: Old Ways

The days of yesterday are no more.

The thought of being with friends are gone.

High school had ton of highs and mountains of lows.

The people that you used to hold close no longer answer you call.

Time is drifting and pulling them further apart from you.

Yesterday is no more and today is already done.

You wish it was the same, but the dream is fading away.

The early morning has turn into earlier mornings.

The late night has become less and less.

You are no longer running away from the old ways.

You are not running to them, but you cannot find the path.

It cannot be done, and time is telling so the dream is fading.

Yet you still wish for it well.