Like how the sun
catches the birds
flying fiercly
against the cold grey
of everchanging surroundings
That's how
you catch my mind
that's full of questions
against the blinding lights
of all other things
When all the things you tried to think were good have suddenly become the source of fear, then at the very place where you first stood has someone dropped an unforgivenlly tear. And on the ground where those now lit the lights I'm standing still but without things to know 'Cause we all be and go just like the tides and can not say: Oh time, I miss you so. Yes, everyhting has changed and not a sign of knowledge here is to be claimed as mine.
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