Old New Photographs

To the days when I'd dream of having

A family of my own

A house of my own

A job of my own

And it'd all work out always

No conflicts

Everything perfectly balanced

Harmonized and in tune

But as I begin to take it apart

Examine my dreams

I will need to sacrifice something

So I think and rearrange things

And the photographs

So old

So set in stone

Morph

Into a new picture

Of such and old concept

'Tis odd, strange, unreal even, that in one day

My goals in life just changed

Because I sat down and seriously thought it out

It's weird how old photographs

Can be slightly altered to become new ones