There is a haze over the city
Like dirty glass or old headlights
It makes the buildings look old
And tired
The mountains are a faded photograph
Dusted with white
Like the memories you keep
In your attic
It is a cardboard box day
Throwing off dust and nostalgia
Finding things you forgot
And learning
Contrast tells a story
These remnants in the box
Show who you were to who you've become
It's startling
There is a haze over these memories
Like dirty windows or aged glass
Some days it makes me feel old
Or just tired
Like dirty glass or old headlights
It makes the buildings look old
And tired
The mountains are a faded photograph
Dusted with white
Like the memories you keep
In your attic
It is a cardboard box day
Throwing off dust and nostalgia
Finding things you forgot
And learning
Contrast tells a story
These remnants in the box
Show who you were to who you've become
It's startling
There is a haze over these memories
Like dirty windows or aged glass
Some days it makes me feel old
Or just tired
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