It’s funny how things change,
how what used to mean the world
slips away with time and distance
perhaps to be forgotten
or to live on as no more than memory,
a piece of the puzzle of your experience
what made you what you are
in this moment and beyond.
Though those days and people leave their marks,
the scars and souvenirs of life long lived,
there’s always something else
to be found around that next corner,
something waiting to take the place
of that which has been left behind.
There’s nothing certain but uncertainty,
the spinning wheels of time and change
that carry us ever forward,
away from some and to what yet waits
It’s so hard to tell
just what impressions will be made,
what little pieces left behind
will stick with us for more of the journey
and what will fade as our lives turn…