changes...

i know since i was a kid that people change...
that i change...
that i could change..
that i need to change...

but what? when? where to?
HOW?!?!?

there were always invisible ropes that kept me tided up and steady in the same old spot...

i feel like running away
getting in the first bus to the farthest place
leaving all behind
forgetting myself

but i'm still tided by these same old ropes...

!!!gotta cut 'em!!!

it's all the same

i look to the world around me
the people, the things,
are in the same place where i've left 'em
the sounds, the collors,
seem all boringly steady.

i walk on the streets
and everywhere i look i see
the same old houses
the same old trees
the same old dust over this same and old street.

i come home at night
everyday at the same time,
in the same bus,
sitting next to the same people,
holding the same old feellingless "expressions" upon their faces.

everywhere i go
every sound i hear
everything i see
it's the same to me.