Something Is Different
Something is differentThis time around
I'm not sure I comprehend the change
that must have been made
But if it's true, spring has never seemed so beautiful
These sights, these sounds are new
The people cutting through my vision
forming a new dimension
as the wind manipulates the falling pedals
Dancing first with, then against
breaking into pirouettes
Each performing its proper show
until settled to the ground to retire
Why do I sit and admire?
Dislocated from this picture
Watching such a scene carry on
and noticing the people I'd like to meet
But never will
A life lived in stand still
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