You were right, people change...
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do,
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
We bury our love in the windsory grave.
Along came the snow, that was all that remained,
But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks,
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.
And when spring arrived,
We were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet,
Led into the sea.
Nothing was left for you and me.
We're not the same, dear.
And it seems to me,
There's more where we can go,
With nothing underneath.
And it saddens me to say,
But we both know, well, it's true.
That the ice was getting thinner,
Under me and you.
Gillar "dikten", jag kan inte skriva sånna saker längre och det är så synd, för man växer och blir seg och trött, man orkar inte hålla på med att komma på fina dikter som denna.
Men som min filosofi lärare säger: Varför förändras vi? Förändras vi verkligen? Är det verkligen förändring vi ser eller är det en enda stor illution?
Jag tror på förändring, och jag tror förändring kan göra något bra ÄNNU bättre. Jag vill förändras och jag vill utvecklas, men det kan man inte göra helt ensam. Utvecklas tillsammans!
