My, those glory days are over, aren’t they? Now time goes nowhere and forces me to have little to do with the plans I used to have.
Not that you kept to those anyways.
Those glory days, with love to spare and no way to compare to what we had before, what do we do now that they are gone?
I used to have my life laid out, then you came along, and I started to dream a little more.
I wish I could say that I don’t need you.
But when you left, the dreaming stopped.
A Series of Observations 