They say
The times are changing…
Underneath this sky,
Sometimes I feel older than time
Storm clouds have always been in the background, here,
The train still stalls
Still takes its time
The clouds hang in the sky
But when does the wind ever rise?
Who poured my coffee,
Who slept by the sea,
Who is this face in the mirror staring back at me?
When will my past stop haunting,
This nameless shadow
Moving the furniture
In empty rooms
Occupying corners of my mind…
Who were we back then,
And when did we finish becoming?
Does it ever let go…
Do you still love me,
Is regret on your mind?
Pour the drinks
Set the mood in your eyes
When did we get so busy
When did we stop pursuing each other …
Every day it’s a new News story
New America
New sunrise
Why can’t we change as well…
Does it ever let go…
This feeling
We all want to rhyme
We all want to write
But we never make the time…
Maybe …
These people believe
And believe
To believe
Love to believe
And
Maybe I don’t really want to know …
I’m not holding the answer
I’m just staring at your window
Your picture’s on my phone
Listen,
She’s
Like the first snow
And
My heart slows
I forget to breathe
Every time I see
Her
And maybe we –
Will always be suspended in this time-
Everyone is in the crush – rush- but –
She takes me back
Everything in the room fades
Back to when
Nobody wants to be famous
We all keep the time
The internet is just another black hole
In the back of someone’s mind
And the names we know
They all paid their dues
You know, they broke through…
They worked overtime…
Here we are
Is anything the same?
We cut ties
We buried bodies
We moved in and moved on
We want a stage for whatever we feel…
I had a nightmare
All I could do was plagiarize
I woke up
Slow it down
She slows it down…
Tomorrow is waiting for you
Who dug a hole in the earth
For you to fill with your tired mind
Soon the stars
Will be in the quilted sky
The moon is still constant
The tides will rise
Washing your soul clean
And carry your dreams back home
I love to love her…
I think I will be trying to win her
For all of my tomorrows
They say
The times are changing
But like Dylan said …
I was older then, I’m younger than that now…
Regarding Samuel 