You used to make up stories that
only you could wrap your mind around
You used to tell me jokes which
in complexity of each I drowned

You used to take detours
down the streets that no one went
You used to paint the world with colors
that only you dreamt about

But now

You let stories with no soul
demean your mind and spirit
You let tasteless and petty jokes
rob you blind of your wit

You let fear of loneliness
keep you in line with everyone
You let the world paint your dreams
all that made you so special
soon will vanish, soon will be gone