Then IS Now . . . . . . .

All those times we had, indelibly etched forever,
never mind pressure to do things now together;
no catalogue, a list to prove how great our lives were,
be thankful, what you achieved was stolen to order.

We remembered when we were in a godforsaken desert,
could have stayed in my old home town where it didn't hurt,
'Part of life,' a thin voice inaccurately tries to say,
a careful 'mix' would be more appropriate on the day.

How fortune brushes your shoulders, gentle mystery,
if you think that you will be fired - that's what you may be;
you might get something that you don't deserve really,
a victim of hearsay, pysche and homespun philosophy. 

Go forward, your experience is always there to help you, 
nothing can stop your course in everything that's new.