We are what the world wills us to be
Or the world is what we will it to be
Either way, just don’t forget me
Please don’t forget

Change has gazed upon our dawn
And though I know
It cannot be fought
Still, I gather stones
To throw into its eye
Foretelling me, a future
A future I curse as a lie.

Dropping seeds, and nurturing weeds
Dividing our paths, leaving no tracks
We’ll find no way back, no going back.
But perhaps a memory by scent or song

Change leaves behind
Small deaths of every kind
And the grief…the grief reveals
Our hearts true tone,
Reflecting on a time
Closer to a place called home

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