Sinking with the Sunset - Gillian Carter

In my old age, I am still young.

Getting more punk?

Something people grow out

of.

What is sadness?

Why is it a thing?

I was never one to jot down my thoughts

What is life?

What is love?

Questions I thought I had figured out when I was

younger

When did this happen?

What is change?

Should things change?

As I look at myself (5x) it seems that change is irrelevant it happens to the

best of us

As time goes by I still have no answers, like lost ships sinking with the

sunset, ramblings & drawings in notebooks just to pass the time

Saving myself from myself, unfinished sentences that evoke a feeling

It took me a while, it took me a while, it took me your grace your charm & a

smile.

It took me a while, it took me a while, it took me a while,

it took me a while, it took me your grace your smile.

It took me a while,

it took me a while, it took me a while, it took me a while to admit that I

miss you…