Uprooted

It’s hard to keep up

It’s so hard to keep up

For every blade of grass in a field

I know a person with whom I haven’t spoken in too long

When I do get a chance to speak with them

They’re in large groups, unmanageable for all practical purposes

I miss the simple days,

One on one,

You and me,

We,

One,

Now it’s all of us, strangely together after so long

You’ve all changed; I can’t stand to converse with you

Even the best among you I’ve grown to dislike some of what you have,

I don’t mean to sound arrogant,

And this is all a test,

I’m failing-

Uprooted from my home, left suspended in the air

There is nowhere I can catch on and grow,

Except on the road, on my own.

This is all a test,

And a reality check,

And a revolution against naïveté,

It shall perish.

Maybe I’m the one that’s changed.

I have changed,

Outgrown my pot, my plot,

I’ve been uprooted and am now in passage.