You listen to classical music and to the cars
which seem to carry the melodies of
Moonlight Sonata right before your very ears.
Even the construction workers beat in time.
You remember a time that seems
not so long ago, the goofy glasses from New Years Eve
in year 2000, which seem ancient now
along with flip-phones, candy jewelry,
and the idea of children playing
or walking to school by themselves.
I’m not sure if it was the transition from
child to teen, or something that happened
outside of me, that changed all that.
All I know is I’m tired, the whole city is tired
and history only serves to teach me
that some things just never change.