Jersey Grown

The counter creaks, as leaning lightly here,
I feel a breeze blow gentle in the night.
This was my playground (where I felt no fear),
But now I can't see stars for all the lights.
I can't go back to how I used to think,
Or bring to mind the things that mattered most;
Believing that this ship is sure to sink,
I need to lay to rest my childhood ghosts.
To move and change, and start afresh (again),
And make new friends, and have new likes and needs,
It's hard at first but better in the end
If withered ties are severed (I secede).
     I wonder if it's plain enough to see
     How much I've changed. (It's probably just me.)