Once upon a Time, it was all so fine; You used to joke and rhyme, all the time, didn't you? People'd call, say, "You will fall, you won't see it all" You thought they were all just kidding you. You used to laugh about every poster who had just dropped out. Now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud, About Time, now that you say it's lost its appeal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown? Like a Waiter flown... You've posted some damn fine stuff, alright, way back when; You had the knack then, but now the thread's all used to it. And nothing in it seems right, not like how you write, You won't come again -- this thread you choose to quit. It's sad that you won't compromise or make the time. But, least you realize there's no sense giving alibis. You've moved on, and without you, Time still flies, but your memories of it now seem so unreal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own, With other fora to roam? Like a Waiter flown... You'll never turn around to see the frowns on the punsters and the clowns or even hear the sounds of the molpys as they all sing to you You never understood that it ain't no good thinkin' that it's only about what this thread can bring to you. You used to love the giant castle, where they sat, and the mysterious little girl in her beret hat. But ain't it hard when you discover that that really wasn't where it's at, after it took from you every moment it could steal? How does it feel? How does it feel? To leave it alone, not even from your phone, Like a Waiter flown... Return to the sheeple, leave all the forum people, without blinking, thinking that you have got it made All the posts and poems and the puns and things in your mind still ring, but in time they'll surely fade. You used to be so amused at the inside jokes and the language that they used. But get an IM now and you'll just refuse. It's become nothing, so it's just nothing to lose You're invisible now, your presence you won't reveal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown? Like a Waiter flown...
Posted on 2013-06-10 18:56.