Looking around

OK So this is maybe going to be turned into a song.

In a crowded room i stand alone.
The more I look the less i know,
Tryin' hard to make sense of it all.
I venture out, in search for more,
If only i could find the door.
ill at ease i make an awkward call.


Memories are precious things.
I love the laughs and tears they bring -
Sat at the kitchen table getting high.
But changes they are comin fast,
He said 'you cant repeat the past'
I quite agree and wouldnt like to try.


I've felt the change to love from lust,
I've realised since that I was just
chasing shadows. Well, it meant the world to me.
Those days seem like a world away;
in fact it was just yesterday.
There's still so many things I'd like to see.

An open mind, well that's a start.
Friends with views a world apart -
There's not an easy answer I can give.
What seeds of thought can you truly sow?
and how high can you watch them grow
and how much can you say you know
When you've only got a hundred years to live?