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That Was Me


The move was quick, the old to fade

I’d face what’s new, yet so afraid

Nine years, nine lives, each one dissimilar

And now a tenth, quite unfamiliar

I’d left a life, all too fast

The friends that made my days a blast

Our move was now, a time to change

New world, new ways, so far away

That was me, the childish goofball

Big deal, big news, I wasn’t small

So this was scary, a change in tune

I wanted to hide in my own cocoon                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

It’s August now, I’ve faced the facts

The great new world is racing fast

The time has come for me to speak

Relive the past by finding new things

All over again must I find my friends

Awkward convos, but once that’s done then

I’ll be ready to get back in the norm

It’s the same me, just in a new skin

‘Cause that was me, the talkative roundabout

Who never let someone feel ever down

But that’s hard to do when I can’t find my voice

I’ll make it a priority, that’s my choice

 

There’s groups,  there’s clicks, I see ‘em all

I’m new, I’m lost, I greet ‘em all

Here I find a haven within a friend

Who I met at school orientation’s end

We laugh, we smile, it’s all a blast

And soon more come and it’s like the past

That was me, a friendly familiar,

This change is feeling all too similar

I broke the shell, let myself loose

The secret was, I let myself choose

To be my own person, and talk to all

Who’d listen to my words

And hear ‘em all

Because that was me, myself, and I

I was still the same old guy.

 
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