In an imperfect life
There is no past tense for I don’t care
Would that mean I cared?
Moving forward from behind
The words remain the same
The meaning changes
Altered by time and perception
Inevitable imperfect life
Watched you walk by the other day
Did not recognize you at first
Took a second to place you
So out of context you become to be
You still look beautifully in a rugged way
Life has not been kind
The hate is still plain to see
Cleary it eats at you in an ugly way
Hope you find want you are looking for
Before the hate devours you
I an imperfect life
There is no past tense for I don’t care
Moving beyond yesterday
The words remain the same
The meaning clearly changes in time
Altered by intent and insight
Seen a familiar face in a crowd today
Making eye contact before quickly turning away
Recognition and discontent
I smiled and walk up to her
You seem so familiar what is your name
Knowing it all the same
You changed so much
And walked the other way
Before doesn’t matter any more
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