Something around us is changing,
But I can't find the source.
Maybe the lights are dimmer,
or perhaps the water has gone sour.
Maybe the wind has died down,
or the temperature has dropped.
Perhaps it's something more.
Maybe I've woken up somewhere unknown,
Maybe it's somewhere I've been.
Whatever has changed is certainly unknown to me.
Maybe I'm asleep,
Or drowning in my thoughts.
Something around us is changing,
But I can't figure out what.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
Something around us is changing,
But I can't find the source.
Maybe the lights are dimmer,
or perhaps the water has gone sour.
Maybe the wind has died down,
or the temperature has dropped.
Perhaps it's something more.
Maybe I've woken up somewhere unknown,
Maybe it's somewhere I've been.
Whatever has changed is certainly unknown to me.
Maybe I'm asleep,
Or drowning in my thoughts.
Something around us is changing,
But I can't figure out what.
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