"Sunday Stroll"

Am I losing those close to me

Or is this how it's supposed to be?

Because I'm striving for a time where people make a toast for me

A party that I can enjoy

They host for me

But right now there's no choice for me

But the voice in me

Let's me know that this yellow brick road

Is full of life experiences as long as I continue to stroll

And through each moment I begin to learn

Continue to grow

You already know

So it's something else I don't have to teach

No wasted words, so need for me to preach

In the hopes that these words reach

A broader audience than just friends

The same ones that I used to get in with

Seem like I'm separating myself from them

How am I supposed to feel this?

Or is this just a part of the process

I'll have to let you know when it's over

Because I'm not ready to stop yet