Everything stays the same
I think of old slow songs
That sound like the singer has a mouth full of blood
The slurs of lyrics
The pace
I feel like I’m watching it all unfold in front of me
Old home movies
Super 8 quality with grit
Blurred images
The faces are familiar
But I can’t place who they belong too
If I were younger this would be the the the moment every thing changed
My metamorphosis
Baptized and reborn
But I’m not young anymore
Not really
Daisy fresh fantasies have evaporated from me
Nothing changes