It may as well be sunny
It may as well be May

The sky may as well be bright
The trees may as well be green

The people may as well be smiling
It may as well be Spring

I may as well be dancing
The birds may as well be singing
Singing with me

I’m followed by the old me.
Pulling me back to where I used to be.

Light follows behind.

Im followed by the consequences
Consequences that never come.

Im followed by the real me.
Convinced she and I are the same.

Im always followed.
And pulled.
And the light passes over me.