Nineteen

Ancient, sore, oculi

Couldn't see the change

But blissful lights still happen

Through the darkest days

She stroked her hair in the bathroom sink

It lost volume

It lost the will to give

I gave up on falling asleep

As the hands began to shove

Before you've even seen it

The old horizon's gone

Another recollection

Of the blind, deaf summer sun

But eyes are not the be all

And end all of the west

The east may hold a pair now

But maybe just address

The doubts you have

There's no great rush to make this change

She showed some sense some time ago

When she was happy

She thought that this would make her happier

I've told you for the fifth time

I've told you for the twelfth

I'll give up just when you will

You'd better warn yourself

You'll get left back

In the cold and rain

And now and again

Balancing your roles

I see you get bogged down

And though you say it's not good

Your life still lingers on

And so, now, little gosling

Don't become a swan

I tried to be so special

And thought I was alone

I wanted to be special

But failed us all

So please, now, please just trust me

Your life still lingers on

And so, now, little gosling

Don't become a swan