MY Year?
An annual flower
Bloomed, past its prime
Shriveling, falling lower
Shoulders hunched over a textbook
A flower steadily drooping
Friends disappear all around
No familiar faces in this crowd
Manager gropes and grabs as he pleases
Can't stay here, couldn't, left behind friends
Working somewhere new
Learning the language
Hesistant friends
I cannot speak to
Nothing can relate
It's all too different now
They've movedon, but
Think I'm filled with hate
It's all changed too fast
Can hardly remember the past
This year has been wild
And I've been beguiled
Chaos is adaptive, systematic
I'm left feeling like
I should lock my past up
in the attic.