still sitting under the same stars

You’d think
A change of scenery,
A new location,
A different setting altogether,
Would yield change.
A change of pace,
A change of heart,
A fresh start.









Ha.


The stage has been set
The backdrop freshly painted.












I don’t feel differently.



It’s summer.
I’m back at home,
In my dear old house,
In my lumpy bed
Still caught up in my old habits,
Still caught up in my pitfalls,
Analyzing and reporting,
And hoping
That someday things will make sense,
That someday things will be easier,
And less painful.












I’m still sitting under the same stars,
I’m still sitting under the same stars,
I’m still sitting under the same stars,










Dammit.




Location doesn’t change a thing,
I’m still haunted by the same ghosts.
I’m still sitting under the same stars.