Passing
Am i too vain?
What is this vein?
One day...
One day what?
I'll be old
This will be that
What will have changed?
What have i changed?
Already,
Is it too late?
Late in the evening
I see your heart beating through the outdoors
In the snow
Of the globe
Of the space in the universe
It's dark
It's quite hard of course
To see the end of the morning
And the start of nothing
But something
Is there
And it's struggling
To feel the wind on its face
And the world as it's turning
From the ceiling
Of the feeling
In my head
When I'm drowning
In the leaves
Falling
From the top of the shelf
What is this vein?
One day...
One day what?
I'll be old
This will be that
What will have changed?
What have i changed?
Already,
Is it too late?
Late in the evening
I see your heart beating through the outdoors
In the snow
Of the globe
Of the space in the universe
It's dark
It's quite hard of course
To see the end of the morning
And the start of nothing
But something
Is there
And it's struggling
To feel the wind on its face
And the world as it's turning
From the ceiling
Of the feeling
In my head
When I'm drowning
In the leaves
Falling
From the top of the shelf
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*** Reading and commenting is much loved. Please have a look at my other work ***All I can say is this is completely changeable in its meaning, or more correctly it doesn't work very well if it is too constricted by convention. So it has been left without much punctuation to allow for greater personal interpretation. My thoughts on it change every time, I don't quite know my own mind.