Change
The intensity of each morning has no place
But its hard to persuade my mind of that
In a world where you’re a given
And before was just time nothing but time
Good morning two simple words just like good night
Things I love to say to you and hear back
Those words and the other three are stilled
As its all impossible
But who’s to say ultimately what is impossible
And what must merely await its day
Because the sure thing is the world spins
And every day brings a change
In even everything sometimes
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