When you both long for change and things to remain
Does the chameloen feel the same?
I see rust forming on things meant to last beyond
forever rains, snow, heat, cold, and desert storms
oh what is left untold, as we stroll and grow older
or let slip off our lips when better yet skipped
But I've lost my way, what were the words of today
that I found falling from my heart, as my eyes awake
like moonshine and crickets, and the longing
or seeking for simple and awe,
and you at my side, for little or long.
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