Old friend, it's me again,
Sorry that it's been so long,
It seems I'm fated never to remain,
Within earshot of your endless song.
So often I've seen each shifting disguise,
Revelled in your existential rage,
or your calms that take me by surprise,
Revealed like the turning of a page.
They're all you.
The small boy tossing stones in you,
The young man idly strolling by,
The proud father pointing out the view,
The mature man lost in staring at the sky.
They're all me
Perhaps after all we're better this way,
Our occasional acquaintance forever renewed
Me knowing you'll be there come what may
You there to mirror my changing mood.
I'll try to remain me; I know you will remain you.
