The change of a Phoenix dying
time’s passin’
and when I look ’round
ideals gone
fires quenched
inside the secret mirror
well, everything changed
no lost loves
full of brave new words
time just passed
leaving me
dry-eyed and disillusioned
with my should have beens
time drifts on
getting through a day
imagining
a new way
without hurting, pain and you
just floating along
illusion
change that isn’t change
antique pain
obsolete
weeds – grown in a potter’s field
over my childhood grave
everything
seems to change but me
loneliness
craziness
hidden in this music box
filled up with truth’s lies
maybe love
(that illusive flower)
and ideals
have a place
in this crazy wonderland
of amazing grace
let me fly
(though you can ask why)
just because
I was born …
and now everything changes
as the Phoenix dies
© Gsk ‘16
Inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Things have Changed”
(Shadorma 3-5-3-3-7-3)
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