These Things
In the silence of other days
I cannot see today
In the promise of other ways
I see only yesterday
What of all the the things I used to be?
What of all the the things I thought were me?
Finding all things that used to be
Are now a part of me
You & I are not what we believed
Or what we chose to see
Even as I say these things to you
I see they are the the things you always knew
I'm made of nothing but lost memories
And I'm running up against things I cannot see
And we find ourselves where we've both been all along
where all we are is shifting sun and shadow
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