Changes

Old joys where gone.

Old dreams vanished

Old friends drifted

Old memories seemed like the only reminder of who I am

New hobbies became comforting

New ambitions became achievable

New colleagues came, the closest

New events reminded me that I had forgotten

The old joys never left.

They drove me to peruse what I love

The dreams never left

They became my ambitions of doing what I love

Friends may of drifted.

But they never stopped caring

We need new ones to help us archive ourselves

The memories serve a purpose

To not allow me to forget my upbringings

I may not be

Who I once was

But that person

Is still around

They just show themselves

In a new light