metamorphosis

How peculiar How the times change But people never waver Between the wars of what's yours and ours The way we tear ourselves apart Has history changed its colors? As the years grow old I wonder if I've grown too Or have I just stayed the same as the sun rises everyday And passes through? How peculiar How people stay the person that you met They'll fill your world with light from stars 'Till they decide they liked the dark And leave you standing on your own Again As the seasons turn I wonder if I could turn too Or would I just stay the same as sun surely turns to rain And passes through? What does it matter if we change Today from yesterday? What's there to gain? Maybe if I could shed my skin A kind of metamorphosis I could believe a clean slate exists