My old friends-
I’m not who I used to be when we met.
I can’t understand you anymore.
You are not where I want to go.
I want to follow my own path-
Away from the gossip and the pretentious barking.
You prefer the path well walked-
Safety and comfort of the subordinate life.
You play the part. You’re always served.
You look different now-
Or, do I.
Like a stray-
I don’t fit in.
I’ve once walked with you, but no more.
You are not my destiny.
Your fancy comforts-
My soul rejects.
We have nothing in common anymore.
Our desires are not in line-
We don’t see eye to eye.
I would rather walk alone.