- Thoughts -
I can only think to myself
that only I have changed.
This tribulation, this passing,
this calm after the storm,
is the same dewey eyed feeling
I felt at the beginning.
The beginning is so much like the end.
Only difference I see is a girl
who's lost her face.
Her hands are hardened.
Yet the endearing spirit is still the same,
still ready to disengage.
Oh, how the ends are like the beginnings.
She's still wanting the same things.
She still wants Sunflowers.
If only Sunflowers were all there were to life
she would be so happy.
It seems so simple yet so impossible.
The endings are so much like how we first begin...
Oh, I see now,
The beginning is so much like the end.
