Visiting

It's a sad road
To travel
Visiting people
Who you once knew
From way back when

Its like deja vu
Its like
One never left
Watching the same shit
On the box
Bitching about life
Society
The price
To have a license
To live life this way

A feedback Loop
Like hamsters
On a wheel
The same arguments
Their perspectives
All glued in place
Nothing Different
All the same

Then comes
The strange feeling
Of Understanding
The Meaning

Of those words

Your on the outside
Looking in
Your no longer
In the Loop

You have

Changed

As the feeling
Of Desolation
Mixed with Sadness
Begins

You give
Your Excuses

Then Leave