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by Traces Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2095411
I'm an extrovert, and the natural evolution of life after college is getting to me.
University circles kept me busy and smiling
The diversity of it all, the bells and whistles
I relished every single minute and event
The high of graduation felt like the big finish
A triumphant fanfare ushering me to the new
Switched gears suddenly to the real world
In a few short months I was a professional
Had a degree, a job, and a tight group
Sacrificed my time and sleep for company
But these were small prices to pay for friends
The music still played, the song just changed
The next year brought growth and upgrades
I got new roles which brought new duties
And everyone else did as well, how great
Our tunes were in sync and so harmonious
The calendar kept trekking on and on and on
Work remained stable, as well as every present
Elsewhere in my life, the unraveling began
It was just a skip in the record, and not the first
I brushed the anomaly off and ignored it
Blew the dust off the CD and popped it back
Secrets came out and I didn't know what to do
I hid nothing, but apparently thats not the norm
The quartet disbanded, still the music played
Couldn't have the perfect situation forever
And I understood that, and accepted the fact
Life kept turning and I adjusted accordingly
More lies, more confusion, more secrets
My trumpets were fading to the background
Despite the crumbling nature of the friends
The job was going on quite well and easily
But the changes in my life weren't done yet
The distortion in the record was evident
I couldn't pretend like nothing was wrong
My symphony used to be a full orchestra
Now all I get is a small duet occasionally
They say that this is all part of adulthood
But I was not prepared for the extreme 180
3 years down the road, and how did I get here
Now I get a deafening silence in my ears
I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone
Some days I still get in my social time
But more often than not it is just me here
Honestly I hate it and I feel so miserable
Work dulls the space devoid of sounds
But I always end up in the same quite place
I hope new music finds its way to me soon
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