Lauren Ashleigh


Chasing changes.


Orange cast along aging streets,
It’s the natural death of everyday,
The moon holds out its black velvet,
And extinguishes every ray,
Poised on the brink you feel it coming,
Standing on the edge ready to fall,
You think it’s coming,
Your waiting for the light,

The days chases the night,
The night chases the day,
Natural order, natural way,
So why don’t you run for what you want,
Then It might chase you back,
Nothing moves if its stood still,
What can change when your frozen,
When you wait for something you don’t know,
If you don’t look, greatness won’t find you.

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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