Why am I still here?

I have no idea
Not a single clue
Why this old blog keeps calling to me
I have moved on, I think to myself
To other things, I'm different
And still this old blog keeps calling to me
It contains my past
But now I live in the future
Yet this old blog keeps calling to me
With its brilliantly awful poetry
And I greet it, my old friend
Today we meet once again