IDEAS

A re-visit to a post about the fickleness of ideas.

itinerantneerdowell

Sometimes, when I turn around
You follow close behind

Sometimes, when I turn around
You make me lose my mind

Sometimes, when I turn around
I wish, that you weren’t there

Sometimes, when I turn around
You say, that, you don’t care

Sometimes, when I turn around
You don’t go anywhere

Sometimes, when I turn around
You simply stop and stare

You come, stay, stop and go
Even so–I’m glad, you’re there

–Image/Frank Abbott Photography–

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