Change to me
Is like winter bringing
Forth spring.
You think you know when
It's supposed to arrive
How it's supposed to feel, smell, look, sound, taste.
But it's never exact
Never always on time
Or in the right spot
But it'll come
Eventually.
The feelings always
Just a little different
From before.
The smell just a little
Darker or lighter
From before.
The season looking
A little brighter, colorful
From before.
The sound just a little
Louder
From before.
The taste too
Sweet to handle, different
From before.
But change
Makes your
Life a little
Simpler if
You let it
Better
From before.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
Change to me
Is like winter bringing
Forth spring.
You think you know when
It's supposed to arrive
How it's supposed to feel, smell, look, sound, taste.
But it's never exact
Never always on time
Or in the right spot
But it'll come
Eventually.
The feelings always
Just a little different
From before.
The smell just a little
Darker or lighter
From before.
The season looking
A little brighter, colorful
From before.
The sound just a little
Louder
From before.
The taste too
Sweet to handle, different
From before.
But change
Makes your
Life a little
Simpler if
You let it
Better
From before.
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