distant

yet another corner
all too familiar
i find myself confronting
situations unending
recycled for nostlagic meaning
leaving me demeaned
as i ponder the potential dreamings
of a boy 6 years past
left to grow cold i found warmth
in the arms of another
abandoned for greener pastures
agreed upon on both accounts
i have to ask, though the answer is known
just why you've come back around
this street was diverted long ago
like all things, however
the comfort of unfamiliar dejavu
the sensibility, lack of complication, mutal love
i seem to find in you
seems to bring me back
and left to my best guess
you're here for much the same
i can only pray i win this round
i seem to keep losing by default
i keep running at full tilt
well here i am