perspective of an amateur

Looking back a few years
Straying astray in the memory lane
Acquaintances friendships and more
feel that one may miss this place

Growth mostly intangible
Along directions in this head
Naive to cunning back to gullible
Influenced irritated in this crucible

Sometimes i don't know if it is me
Sometimes I think its only me
People around changing
Changing them I m left lagging

Then tragedy caught up with one
One fell in love, gave it all
All was lost, burnt in love
Moved on, scarred sick and scared

One felt the pull, by colours
Colours of hope, music of the mind
Drawn in my den, I was reborn
Born again from my ashes

Now i leave to worlds unknown
Farewell dear sanctum sanctuary
As a tear roll down my cheeks
I know i m going to miss this place...