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Monday, September 14, 2009

Change


I wrote this one towards the middle of my junior year while I was thinking about how different things were from the previous year. I think I was 16.

Things are changing
Everywhere I turn
Nothing is the same
This new transition begins to burn
Everything that once was
Is no longer tame
Chasing memories
An impossible feat
Trying to bring back
All the things I was
Things are changing
Everywhere I turn
Nothing is the same

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Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.

Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.