These new white walls,

Aren’t what I remember,

Like all my favorite memories,

Have all been washed away.

Not to mention all the new locks,

Like I’ve been blocked from times to come,

Like I’m being pushed away,

And locked out from my own childhood.

And all these new windows,

Blocking me from seeing the times to come,

Like my future is no longer up to me,

And my past is gone with out any maintenance.

All the counters crisp and clean,

All those memories washed away,

And gone with the chemicals,

Into it metallic new trash can.

This house is no longer my home,

The familiarity scrubbed away,

The greatest times all lost into the beyond,

All the favorites lost like a hazardous waste.

I’ll miss my home terribly,

But they say change is always best,

So I’ll sadly move on,

But never with haste.