Everything outside has changed
And i am feeling somewhat the same
As how i imagine it to feel
Losing your outside
And yet something within me stirs
Like a shovel cultivating the earth
Rupturing my comfortable still
Filling me up with new
Like the rain i want to fall
Collect into a puddle from many things small
Reflect from my shiny self
The gazers hidden wealth
It'll come 'round again
This circle never ends
We'll be here again
Missing our old friends

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