It fades gradually. Kids hanging
Outside less and less
Until one day it
Stops.
Blind and resistant to change
I went through the motions
Doing the same old thing
Waiting for them to return
Warding off the dragons
Saving empty sodas for kick the can.
Sure, you have those days
Where everyone back pedals
And things pick up where they
Left off.
But they’re temporary, fake.
In the end
You just lose everyone
Again.