I guess everything seems different when it's up
I guess everything seems worse when it's from
I guess everything wants to change when it
And I guess everyone can surprise you when you
Even when it's something you don't want to see
and didn't want to hear
(at least not in such a way)
(like it's a good thing)
Perspectives and lazy rings and wisps
and strong smells and altered judgments
and bad choices made long ago
that skip every often like a scratched disc
to jolt you back.
I'm not going to say I didn't wish it was different.
That nobody changed.
Or that at least they had stayed like us.
I'm not going to say that I wouldn't stop you if I could.
That I wouldn't take it all away.
That I wouldn't wish to go back in time.
I'm not going to say that I won't try to talk to you.
That I won't tell you the truth.
Or at least try to lift you up.
It's not so much a change of heart
as it is a change of thought
by things that talked
when they should have been quiet.
And I'll admit that it's hard to look at you,
any of you,
without this filter over the light
so it won't shine on you
So I can try to darken what I hate
but let it lurk in your secrets.