A Rambling Distraction Poem by John Smith

I don't know that I have changed,
But somehow I'm not the same.
Riding on this rollercoaster
is probably to blame.

I've love and lost and it hurt.
And it takes two people to work.
But I'll carry her love and soldier on
til I wind up in the dirt.

Now I don't stick around too long.
Our time will end, just like our song.
And you'll be left in the dust
as this wayward son, he carries on

Never checking my rear view.
I'm bound to land somewhere new.
With the hope that someday I just might
make my way home back to you.