We walk this earth to see the sky,but there are no stars out here tonight.I can’t deny—that’s such a shame,as I watch him fight this change.
The light once burning in his eyes flickers soft, then slowly dies. The face will go, the body too, but not the mind; it stays true.
It’s always him, though form may change, a different smile, a voice rearranged. He’s done this dance time after time. Now thirteen comes along the line.
The writing lingers on the wall as he takes his final bow. A quiet testament in fading ink,
to all that was, and won’t be now. The audience exhales, and the lights grow dim.
This is not the first,nor will it be the last. From old into new, time moves untold its lords unseen, yet never erased. Same soul, but a different face. A fresh regeneration takes its place. Ready to travel through shifting time, and then return to familiar places.
We blink once more—just like before, and everything’s new, yet somehow the same at the core. Now marked by number thirteen.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
We walk this earth to see the sky,but there are no stars out here tonight.I can’t deny—that’s such a shame,as I watch him fight this change.
The light once burning in his eyes flickers soft, then slowly dies. The face will go, the body too, but not the mind; it stays true.
It’s always him, though form may change, a different smile, a voice rearranged. He’s done this dance time after time. Now thirteen comes along the line.
The writing lingers on the wall as he takes his final bow. A quiet testament in fading ink,
to all that was, and won’t be now. The audience exhales, and the lights grow dim.
This is not the first,nor will it be the last. From old into new, time moves untold its lords unseen, yet never erased. Same soul, but a different face. A fresh regeneration takes its place. Ready to travel through shifting time, and then return to familiar places.
We blink once more—just like before, and everything’s new, yet somehow the same at the core. Now marked by number thirteen.
