You get to a point where you just think. About everything, about nothing. But all at the same time. You miss the old you. You enjoy the new you. You miss the old life. You're much better now. You can't decide. You take a moment. But nothing happens. Nothing ever does. You try. You keep trying. But nothing ever does. It passes you by. It always did. You don't care. You do. It makes a difference. But not really. Everything could be so different. Everything should be so different. You're way ahead. You're alone in the back row. They'll say something. Or they won't. They remember. They forgot. It's so good for you. And then again maybe not. You think again. Will it ever make a difference?