This is me...
mysteriously i creep in the shadows,
watching expressions on the walls,
witnessing seasons change,
as the leaves begin to fall.
i appear so laminated yet so bold,
i seem to be stronger now, as I grow old,
i begin to look down, seeing all the things i hold.
yet i remain with so much less to carry, and this is me.
I see the world as a lonely place,
so desperate for attention,
first impressions always show late,
but are never my intention.
shy at first but easily to warm up to,
placed on this earth to become apart of it, apart of you.
but this simple adaption, so easily over-looked,
it is kind of like a never opened book.
but some don't adapt too easily,and this is me.
there is hope, its all we ever asked for,
without hope, we have no reason to ask for more.
life will remain a mystery,
as I remain what I am, and this is me.
mysteriously i creep in the shadows,
watching expressions on the walls,
witnessing seasons change,
as the leaves begin to fall.
i appear so laminated yet so bold,
i seem to be stronger now, as I grow old,
i begin to look down, seeing all the things i hold.
yet i remain with so much less to carry, and this is me.
I see the world as a lonely place,
so desperate for attention,
first impressions always show late,
but are never my intention.
shy at first but easily to warm up to,
placed on this earth to become apart of it, apart of you.
but this simple adaption, so easily over-looked,
it is kind of like a never opened book.
but some don't adapt too easily,and this is me.
there is hope, its all we ever asked for,
without hope, we have no reason to ask for more.
life will remain a mystery,
as I remain what I am, and this is me.
