Changes
Old joys where gone.
Old dreams vanished
Old friends drifted
Old memories seemed like the only reminder of who I am
New hobbies became comforting
New ambitions became achievable
New colleagues came, the closest
New events reminded me that I had forgotten
The old joys never left.
They drove me to peruse what I love
The dreams never left
They became my ambitions of doing what I love
Friends may of drifted.
But they never stopped caring
We need new ones to help us archive ourselves
The memories serve a purpose
To not allow me to forget my upbringings
I may not be
Who I once was
But that person
Is still around
They just show themselves
In a new light