Changes will continue, but I'll never give in to
The woman that you've assumed me to be
Thought that I had seen you
Could feel me beneath you
Beneath a distant longing
To arrive
There'll be no more waiting
No sorrowful blaming
I'm sitting right where I've wanted to be
I am and I am not
These petals pressed into
These pages unnumbered
I am and I am not
But then I remember
And when I remember
It seems that I become more of what I remember
Which is not necessarily insanely related
Or jaded or tainted by bleak memory
In fact I'm enjoying
The lifting of morning
These petals intended for giving release
