Wishes granted and lines rehearsed

Hello. I survived. The week begins. A new school year for some people. A new season. A new page on the calendar. Everything new. Or everything the same. Whatever I choose. However I see it. I didn't know it was going to be like this. I didn't know anything at all. I didn't know what sort of homecoming I would have. Or that there would be a home to come home to. It all changed when I wasn't looking, and I was thrown.

Now, instead of looking in any direction, I'm standing stock still with eyes screwed tightly shut. And I'm finding that I was wrong about as many things as I was right about. And that neither case was better than the other. I felt myself falling backwards into the arms of someone who wasn't there. I landed badly.

You never seem to forget song lyrics. Even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones.