Deviation

Time goes on and we are left diverging from each other left to our own paths I am left here all alone on a street that was once filled with familiar faces but now it’s filled with foreign lives I’m out of sync words outside of harmony and beat Living on a path imprinted with my singular feet Where I am going? Where have I been? On this timeline that’s disconnected from everyone else diverging further and further away into my own world and own purpose: my own fate I didn’t experience what I could of experienced with the others now I experience alone as their dusty trails are fragmented and blown and I feel like I am living in the past, missing out on being connected connected and experiencing on the same wavelength with others but I dine here alone going through life long after others have lived it Where is the meaning in lives that deviates away that are only there with you for a moment then gone gone with the day leaving only but a memory to shine in the night like a star too far away to ever reach again we separate and create a world of blood and tears and family ruling our own kingdoms difference pulling us apart from the common thread we once shared without time to be in two places at once… People die and change the details of life get transposed and rearranged and priorities/importance/values are reordered In our own world we stay I was always an outcast always diverging away from everyone else but now it’s time to converse to be apart of to shape and gather from life into my own world