Maybe it's change in the air
or just the breeze from your stirring of suspicions again
of course, I find little joys in them, as they twirl about
and they turn into little swish-like things that I want
I can't help that
because really, it's a positive place
vision, evolving, the idea of it
settle for the little joys
I don't feel excited, but I look forward to one day,
a new idea
I'll share it.
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