Is it plain to see?
Would you follow the silent instinct?
Unpretending, still in visible disarray
Hidden thoughtfully
Wounds are mending, not nurturing decay
Unrelenting, fascinated by mystery
Senses showing, old ways still unknown
Wisdom growing, some won’t ever know
Fate is staring, aging slowly
Current, surely moving onwards
Asymmetric imperfections caring always
Consequence with no remorse, but caring always
Days cascading out of sight
Younger ways like fleeting light
Time worn gently on the face
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Is it meant to be?
Chasing mеaning, the noise is ending
Unassuming, still untangling еvery thread
Feelings bittersweet
Pride suspended, drawn to uncertainty
Unrelenting, fascinated by mystery
Truth surprising, paths we’ve yet to find
Questions growing, dreams not left behind
Fate is staring, aging slowly
Current, surely moving onwards
Asymmetric imperfections caring always
Consequence with no remorse, but caring always
Days cascading out of sight
Younger ways like fleeting light
Time worn gently on the face
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Days cascading out of sight
Younger ways like fleeting light
Time worn gently on the face
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
Seasons change, we’re growing older
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