Horizons

It’s funny how sometimes everything
Changes, the hills are worn away
And the fields flooded with homes,
The sunset no longer looks the same.

It’s strange how dreams turn to dust
And friends move away, how loneliness
Takes over the former joy. How hopes
And aspirations melt away, slipping
From the mind and heart, and out into
The dark.

Yes, it’s funny how horizons change.

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