His father reminded him of the giddy times,
As if he forgot them.
He does this habitually,
Implying that a lot has changed.
Of course, because today isn't yesterday
And the present isn't the past.
He wishes it was like before.
He can't recognize his son
As if he's wearing a mask.
Grew through adolescence without him
As he put on his mask.
He can't recognize him,
But he'll continue to remind him
That they are
Growing distant,
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.
The true colors faded,
After they were shown.
The underlying tone of it all,
Segregated by a labyrinth of walls.
While we were wearing masks
We couldn't recognize each other,
While we were wearing masks
We couldn't recognize each other anymore.
Growing distant,
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.
He remembers the connection he had with her,
As if she forgot about it.
He speaks of how spending time with her elated him,
Implying that he misses her.
Of course today isn't yesterday
And the present isn't the past,
But he wishes it was like before,
So he asks if they could return to what they once were,
He asks if they could return to what they once were.
They're growing distant
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow,
The miles grow and grow.
It seems like it though.
Growing distant,
And the miles grow and grow,
The miles grow and grow,
Growing distant.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 12/1/10,
Revised 9/23/14)
