Nostalgia and PresentsIts been a long run. An endless losing struggle to keep up with change -
The Only Constant.
When past met the present the difference screamed they wern't the same. One keeps you glad, the other doesn't make you sad. Your fingers, they bled a thousand words. And your stars, these eyes, they told the same.
One foot embeded in the convulsions of his brain, the other out the door. Pick a side he said.
The raindrops started to darken the pavement.
But no one tried stopped the rain. No one could. But now, the storm's over.
Actually,
When I was.
You wern't.