A touch of flurry flakes

They say things change
And will change
With the flow of the waves
In a sea of dead emotions

Resurrection, reinventing oneself
Or becoming the self
You should have been
Improvement

At each step we did
Torn apart we were
By the tiny details
Of minds too stubborn to assume
Too immature to realize

They should always be connected
They will always be connected

Missing that part,
The snow falling on the wet pavement
The hands tied
Ruminating the night ahead

The smell of burnt wood,
In distant fireplaces
Banderas and you
Unforgettable

They say things change
They say we change
Waltzing our way to life
We may see
How far away we can go
And grow
From one another