There is nothing like watching those who you grew up with grow,
those occasional nights where you sit and think,
of what used to be and what we have become.

There is nothing like watching the years pass for the one you love,
thinking that you know that one day you'll be together,
but for now these are wasted moments.

There is nothing like watching the mirror that you used to know,
reflecting back foreign faces in the sober day,
to a mind still young with thought.

There is nothing like anything, that there is,
watching things change is all warm emotion,
no logic or accepting ideas,
just bursts of fire,
that will one day fade,
in a saddening way.