Please don't become a mark on the map of my past.

One by one

The days fall beside us

Like yellow leaves

We have no conscience

Oh, what we're becoming

Month by month,

The rings on our tree trunks,

Like old wise eyes,

Grow wider and winter

Lends them a dead disguise

Now time- like an ocean

knows tide - like a notion

To toss about the house

And lose inside the couch

And piles of our thoughts

Run miles in the dark

Just tryin' to get home

Age by age,

We rhyme with our seasons'

Rehearsed routines

Still turning

And returning

Now I'm wide as the ocean

Now I bleed roses

And you are just a mark

on the map of my past

But I am a road

I wind along alone

All day until the coast

I was listening to my ipod today on shuffle and this song, "Season Poem", by G.A.T.H came on. I've listened to it quite a bit before, but for some reason I was in an extra pensive mood today and I actually thought about the words. The words are extremely simple on the surface but totally deep when you actually think about it and how it relates to the title. I could be way wrong but this is how I interpreted it: Throughout your life you encounter so many people, your classmates, teachers, relatives, various friends ect. Many of the people you meet either leave your life completely or are just occasional floaters in and out; never actually rooted to your life. I feel like I've had sooo many of these "floaters" in my life. I did alot of community theater when I was younger and I was in a few apprentice dance "companies". I became extremely close to alot of people and many of them I expected to remain in my life for quite some time. Some of these people I see around every once in a while but I feel entirely detached from them, and most of them I haven't seen for years and I wonder if I ever will again. It's strange to think about how certain people are put into your life and taken out of it. I constantly wonder if some of these people ever think about me at all. They cross my mind every now and then and I think about how much of an impact they have had on me as a person. I believe my personality it made up of many traits I admired and then picked up from some of these people. I wonder if I made an impact on them? I kind of wish I had a magial fishing pole that could reel many cameo characters of my life back in, though. There are a few select people that have made a HUGE impact on me, but they're surprisingly the people I've had the shortest time with it seems. I pray that I will get to see some of this select again and keep them from becoming "...just a mark on the map of my past."