You are aging in chroma
I tried to recall the moments on pivot
Half dreaming
All through scratchy glass
Facing away from the sun
I got to the school yard
Beside our rented house
I see the front steps of the school
On the day I had to write lines
You might have helped me
I was embarrassed
But maybe not enough
Maybe too much
I saw the principal's paddle on the wall
And remember being small in that office
He was imposing but quick to smile
I remembered the other school I went to for special programs
As if to think we all might end up someplace different
Maybe we did
Maybe we do
When I try to see through your camera I get dizzy
Knowing what hides behind that thin door
Can be so easily exposed
Feels like you can't do anything
So you do as much as you can
Now I know
Time is heavy
Those cauldron keepers continuously stirring
Reducing the brew
To extract deeper flavors
To stop time
Which sits on pivot
Colors ample with saturation
Getting loose
Running together
But you stay the same
Only time can change
Brave definitions
Deciding to be sharp
Holding form
Is smiling back
Imposing
Sharing in the laugh
You aren't getting any older
Then time stops
You stay here
Now it's my turn
See you back home
Thanks for helping me
Right my lines
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