drive in

by white horse

i wanted to see a timeline.

some sort of representation of your life
so i spent the night with your old friends

and it was like watching you grow.

each one of them a different stage of your development

and i kept as quiet as i could
while they ignored your voice
more then heard it.

and perhaps some are only capable of

looking fondly at the past.

is that what i was doing?

i wanted a timeline
but i now think i will need a compass

because
if you walk far enough north, you get home.