
Not a Harry Styles song,
Neither anything prime
Just memories flooding,
Of that old time
.
Years have passed,
Personalities changed,
Wouldn’t even recognize
If met old selves
With a dying urge to be well-liked
Most on journeys to explore,
To build new connections,
To find something more
Now walking past old friends
doesn’t seem strange,
Other’s thoughts feel wrong
Perhaps that’s just teenage ?
~DuoDisseminators