Brown to Black

There are days and times that feel like now

Like you are where I left you

You have not yet grown. You have not yet changed.

But time has not stood still. Even for you

There are days and times that feel like now

Like I am where I once was

Yet nothing has grown. The changes are minimal.

Like fall to summer in the same small town

There are days and times that feel like now

Riots killed our youth, in a time that once was

We may grow up but we are not allowed to change position.

A death unexplained is a martyrdom no matter the faith

There are days and times that feel like now

When reminders of haze and fog cloud judgment

Our memories only grow into something they never were.

We change our role in events to live with ourselves

In days and times that feel like now.

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