I am not sure when it happened
Perspectives once held
Shift like sand
As the tide rolls through
Once in the fast lane
Passing people I will never know
Now on a winding country road
Seeing less but seeing more
The years that wore me physically
Have sharpened my view
Changing my inner conversations
In ways I had never known
When I ponder all the mind changes I've gone through, I wonder how I ever landed in one place.
ReplyDeleteInteresting about those changes. But nothing stays the same. Everything changes.
ReplyDeleteHopefully we get saner as we get older – which may well mean taking a minority view.
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