Heres some more of my zainy pointless work that consumes me daily! I spent six of my six pre lights out hours working on a storie last night. Glad my room mate didnt mind.(I go to bording school all year eccept January and August. weird hun?)
Change
The way the wind blows
The way the bird sings
The way the trees move
The way the world changes before your eyes
The way forever seems to pass before you
The way you change
The way others change too
The way we hope to see
To see it through
All the way to the end
Until the very last day
And to the final leaf
Of a journey
Until it shrivels down and disappears
And suddenly becomes nothing
But pictures in a old worn down
Photo album with memories
Winding from cover to cover
With only you to read it
And completely understand it
For you are the only
One left to remember
It because the others have
Grown away from the glory
Of those days
Where the simple necessities
Of life were all you needed
So now I sit here and ponder
My thoughts drift
If it could really only be that simple
The day when the day comes for me
To finally discover what I have been missing
And the secretes that have been kept from me.
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