An ode to old friends forgotten and made invisible

the past is a ringing bell the people... stale sirens the present feels an uncertain hell there's no dark shadows to hide in the lurid unknown awaits vacant and pale The path to take undecided the past is a ringing bell, a deafening thought old friends unfit for this new world i saw the faces, the talks,the ideologies... all things i've outgrown I wish broken slumber in the far,foreign,unknown We'll forget each other easy as the days move swift I'll quietly make leave so you'll forget I exist