Personal Best

Every year
We're a little older; the rates seem different
The setting sun
Is the same old star; some days it's different
Orange and red
A dimmer gray with a lilac interest
I know it's air
A material difference, how the light gets filtered

I know a time, a place where it changes
A little bit less each year over year
A personal best when I find it, keep it
Hide it away in a house of mirrors
Pay it a visit, sit in the middle
Every reflection: past and light
Prisms and skitters, the spittle of letters
Form into language, permanent night

Every year
I'll write a song til the words feel different
The same night sky
Might show a new shape of constellation
The dying light,
Reaching out to the other side of existence
I know it's there:
An idea, a wave, a glimpse of greater vision



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin See
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