EVERYTHING IS CHANGING
EVERYTHING IS FADING, IN FRONT OF ME.
MAYBE THESE ARE THINGS THAT NEED TO HAPPEN.
MAYBE THESE ARE THINGS THAT NEED TO BE.
I NEVER UNDERSTOOD AND,
ILL, NEVER UNDERSTAND,
THE SENSE IN CHANGING SEASONS.
OR THE NEED FOR A CLENCHED HAND..
I THINK ID RATHER
STAY HERE FOREVER.
AND WRITE LOVE LETTERS,
IN THE SAND.
WILL YOU EVER UNDERSTAND ,THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS?
…OR,
THE WAVE WASHED SANDS?
