Changed Streets

Left inside the dead of night.
I see the boring orange street lights.
It used to be different
when all the lights shone white.
Now, all the things I see
have replaced all I used to know and love.
These streets have changed as much
as my life has in all these years.
Now a man, able to stand on my own.
Even if there's no one else and I'm all alone.
Where did that young boy go?
The one who used to look at this world
as with new eyes, still able to see all the beauty.
Seems he grew up to believe that nothing stays forever.
That all we do is in vain.
And all that's left is the infinite pain.