The Walls
You and I, we don't see the days that pass in the same way.
My days are not here there over there, somewhere.
Days in my life are far away.
I measure my time by seasons, and the seasons pass by.
Seasons represent change and right now that is what I need,
I need my seeds of change to be planted
I feel I am standing on the edge of something,
Should I look down?
At present everything seems so far away.
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