unassociated lives...

change is merely a boomerang effect that moves with the wind back  to how things used to be... prior to the feeling of joy so happy that another helps us all be free... but it's the return to the end as if a new beginning isn't what was left behind... back to the lonely nights so time can help accept a norm on ones own running through thoughts in the mind... from the feeling of lost to the hope of days fulfilled with someone else's chuckles heard... just to come back to the drift that's more like resting in stagnant waters as if giving birth... to a different kinda self that finds the same old comfort with no one around... sleeping in the dark as the silence creates a realness of the nothingness in the background... as to  be alright just before another face slides into self's line of sight... bringing fear to the frontlines looking at another warrior wanting to stare in our eyes...  damn near tempting curiosities to cross over n go for it like life will just havta play along... knowing at the edge of the fall we'll stand wondering where in the fuck do we belong... making a decision to leap of remain where it all comes full circle... for the truth of the matter is going back n forth is somewhat like being universal... able to enjoy a lil something before the past catches up to claim us once again... to embrace us with the only thing we've come to know as from luv we are banned... cut loose from the chance not to wonder what's wrong with the individual known as me... losing confidence in glimpses in the mirror that notice age pulling away from dreams... as the reality of alone is as brutal on the heart as the very first time it ever forgotten how to feel... having to get content with how the walls never mentions how to cope with the ordeal... they just listen like emotions did when blinded by red flags... giving the lesson a fresh sense of sticking to the facts... the alterations get old as one hasta choose where happiness is... watching people come n go without ever allowing them to ever get close enough to the ribs... as the barriers go higher n higher until the isolation is not what it is cracked up to be... that's when we find ourselves too far gone holding the only key... so a norm will never switch up n force us to bounce in between unassociated lives... all we want is a life we can partake in where we're not to jump from side to side... trying to balance self out with a foundation up under the feet... one where we simply aren't expected to leave...