The street lamp won't say who's been by,
walking, running, or just tagging along.
It won't say whose shadow was best,
or, who stopped for a moment.
I walk the city streets and watch the people pass, the cars, and I listen, then think, "I want no part of it!"
The truth, I know, is that change is what I desire, the way we, well, the way I live.
Today I sat in the park, leaves would come by and sit, then hurry off.
And there I sat wanting never to leave, but, became conscious, more leaves sit, then hurry off.
I am the wind ever changing, flowing smoothly throughout each day.
While searching for my brand new way
it seems to me the old one has,
distinguished with courage come to pass,
away from here
just as the wind.
You lead me where
the gossamer flings,
a net around
those subtle things.