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ode to change
When did my world get old?
It got grey hair and a glaze in its eye so I'm told
When did the innocence die and leave me alone
So that now all I have to comfort me is the voice on the phone
I can't remember when time started to take you away from me
Shackled to a chain from which we can not be free
The colors are faded so I try to paint them once more
To gain back the normalcy I am so desperately longing for
The wrinkles on your face is the writing on the wall
That time has stolen your youth, just taking it all
Winter is coming I feel it in the air
With many opportunities that will take me to god knows where
Friends have moved away never to return
But there are still many lessons for me to learn
But when did my world get old?
And when did all the stories get told?
When did my sense of security go?
And where do I find it?
I do not know..
Into the wind
Leafs scatter into the wind
Leaving me alone again
Time has alluded me
Leaving me to dwell on what I gave up
And what was taken from me
Abandoned and confused I wander
The concrete under my feet is all I have left to confide in
With out judgement or criticism
In its cold rough surface
I can't stand to look at this place any more
My eyes are still stinging
I long to sail in the wind
On the invisible turbulent sea
leafs scatter along the ground
crunching under my feet
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