People change. It's funny to watch how they do. Years ago I knew you as some boy. Just some pot smoking, Captain Morgan loving, adolescent. And now look at you and what you've become. A father, a husband, a soldier. I knew her too. Preacher's daughter; the first to church and the last to leave. Clean, smart, sophisticated; an over achiever. Now look at her. Three children, three fathers. No job, no stable home, no pride in herself as a person. People change.
I once knew a man who saw past everything. I knew a jaded man who didn't judge, who had a heart to be trampled on and the world to give. I knew a girl who was naive, but only by choice. She was far beyond her years, was selfish with reason, and cold to the touch. These opposites met. And when they did, it changed. You can't see change when it's happening to yourself until its over and only if you seek to see it. The jaded lover of a naive child. The naive lover of a jaded child. Roles are reversed. People change. How can you say you don't know, that you can't see when you are too blind to even open your eyes to anything but what lie before you? You have no clue, you have no will, you have no faith. Who is right? Is there a right; a wrong? Does the path that lead you to where you ended make it right? Is where you landed wrong?
Just try, its only yourself you are hurting now. The naive child is no longer a child, but a jaded woman of stature, meaning, and understanding; depth. The jaded lover is no longer a lover but a bitter source of hate, naive to those around him, but not by choice. The opposites do not attract, they are no longer opposite. That hate which consumed him came from her. That love which filled her came from him. They are one, they are no longer one. And who is right?
I once knew a man who saw past everything. I knew a jaded man who didn't judge, who had a heart to be trampled on and the world to give. I knew a girl who was naive, but only by choice. She was far beyond her years, was selfish with reason, and cold to the touch. These opposites met. And when they did, it changed. You can't see change when it's happening to yourself until its over and only if you seek to see it. The jaded lover of a naive child. The naive lover of a jaded child. Roles are reversed. People change. How can you say you don't know, that you can't see when you are too blind to even open your eyes to anything but what lie before you? You have no clue, you have no will, you have no faith. Who is right? Is there a right; a wrong? Does the path that lead you to where you ended make it right? Is where you landed wrong?
Just try, its only yourself you are hurting now. The naive child is no longer a child, but a jaded woman of stature, meaning, and understanding; depth. The jaded lover is no longer a lover but a bitter source of hate, naive to those around him, but not by choice. The opposites do not attract, they are no longer opposite. That hate which consumed him came from her. That love which filled her came from him. They are one, they are no longer one. And who is right?