I see the flower and I feel the way that I felt then
It’s a different hour but the senses, memories; match
Between the flower and where I walked was a view of new
A novelty alone for me, a high from life and waterfalls and dice
I didn’t walk all the way away but it’s out of sight
I don’t think I can still see the glass lit light
No, I can, but maybe it’s afraid of me
It’s never going to change
The shards of light pierce right through me