Going Home?

Where will i be in 10 years?
How will we make out?
People that are so close now
will be left, faded out.

I won't remember everything
things that are important now.
Memories will grow fuzzy
disappearing, i don't know how.

My old house and room,
so foreign and strange.
The old rolling street
not there anymore from change.

Who will be my ghosts?
How can i not see them?
Who will be in my life?
Could on of them be him?

A washed out smile,
held in a photograph
the lights still visible in your eyes
but it's old, and long gone...

Different home and safe place
How can it be anything but what i have now?
What new things will come to me
that replace and remove the others

What will the time read,
When i'm older and more experienced?
What will the hours and minutes mean then,
after i've seen the things that people see.

Every time the silence hits
images fill the empty space
memories clash and bounce
and i feel guilty for letting them lie.

My dear trusty friends,
that i loved ever so,
not spoken to in years,
could be dead for all i know...

Where will i stand in this world?
Perhaps England or Japan
miles away from familiar places
not knowing a helping hand.

Will my love still linger?
My regret sting as much?
Let my stomach rumble with hunger?
Living my life as such?

My hometown's in black and white
the places won't remain.
but if i try to remember,
the images will never fade.