The more I change
the more you stay the same,
and though you have this image
of how things used to be,
the edges have faded with time,
the colors aren’t so bright,
and there are marks where you can’t remember
The world keeps turning
Some people find a way to grow and change,
moving on from where they’ve been
to where they’re meant to be
We look on through the glass,
expecting the reflection
of the image we recall,
never seeing the distortion at the edges
until the moment passes us by completely
