I live in a state of perpetual change
Most always...

You can find me there without a care
On most days...

As I loosely hold on to the tight
To what I perceive to be the last of the light
Borrowing what's left from the wrong side of right
Most always...

Letting loose the perpetual groove
Most always...

What I like to do is as old as it is new
On most days...

With no breeze I like flying my kite
In the bright  sun counting stars in the sky
Secretly hoping and wishing I might
Most always...

I find the old in the new with perpetual clues
Most always...

Then I sell them all back to the youth
On most days...

I pull on the string that lights up the sun
I make number two out of two number ones
I'll add a dab of not yet to a mixture of done
Most always...