The Sound of Deja View
THE SOUND OF DEJA VIEW
Everything feels like the end of a song
When the album of life is played so
I swear I’ve heard this all before
Repeat was pressed so long ago
Sometimes it seems fresh
But nothing stays the same
After time things feel
Like overplay is a game
Waxy waning wonder
This phase I’m falling under
Darkens by the hour
Stale music is tasting sour
Suspending the second act
Of side two
These cycles are spinning
Every end is a beginning
And that’s ok
New growth thrives on decay
Sustain comes from re-creation
Just push play
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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