The small town that never grew

I got off a car after 4 hours,
9 years gone and suddenly back,
Everything’s new yet nothing has changed.
This town is changing yet unchanging.

There were people I knew,
When I was younger and learning,
They never left and they stayed the same,
Just additional numbers on wrinkles and time.

There were new things that came in,
They held strong but they changed,
Dyed in this town’s color,
They now belong but they’re still foreign.

This town that I left and remember,
New colors and building but the same feeling,
The never changing attitude and rhythm,
The people moving in a cycle.

If I stay it would be easy,
To stay the same, never changing,
But that itself is scary in its way,
Never moving, never growing.