Time stands still in certain places, where
The remnants of old glory days
Settle in and make it feel as if the world
Is moving forward,
But you, caught here by memory or by love,
Go nowhere at all.

You think,
This is this the place that turned you into what you are,
Wanted,
By so many people that over the years,
The faces have blurred,
And you, for all you want to understand,

Can only hope to keep yourself afloat,
Your head above
The water that only seems to rise with every choice you make.
There have been a lot of those,
But certainly no question of dedication,
Or of loyalty,

Whatever it means, to you,
To those who
Have it in their hands to send you on your way,
Or keep you here.
They say, the decision is yours, but
It does nothing to lessen the burden

Of making up your mind; of taking that first step
In a new direction.
Time stands still in certain places,
Much like this one, where
You think of days gone by and know
Those days will not return,

And you are not as young as you once were.