It amazes me how fast things can change. How suddenly a friendship can fade away. So many shared experiences, so many memories -- then abruptly one party moves on, turning their back on the other. No arguments, no falling out, just time to "move on." For what? They still live in the same small city but seem to believe they must experience a change. But in effect they cut off their past and seem to reduce rather than broaden their world. Perhaps I'm too nostalgic, but I can't forget my friends or my past. They and It are part of who I am and will always be.

Do you remember the good times?
Or were they good times at all?
Because now our bond of friendship
is surrounded by an impenetrable wall (x2)
I can't see you, you can't see me
I can't see you, you can't see me
I can't see you, you can't see me
I'm tired of this shroud of invisibility