Things Change

[PrttyBrd]

Counting on the everydayThe eye is caught by a lost soulFamiliarity is strong, but the eyes go emptyCalling for attention goes unnoticedReaching out, your hand passes right throughAs if an apparition, seemingly solid yet made of mistThere is nothing to grasp ontoSo the once familiar passes by unable to find its wayNot really searching for it, the soul continues to wanderWatching as its surroundings seem to swallow it all at onceWanting to follow and fix what you are not sure is even brokenStopped by nothing in particular, that first step is never takenWondering if your paths will cross again