Connections, all over my face
Denting my pride, for the sake
of a chase.
My eyes glaze over, with mixed
emotions to intake.
Some feelings inside, just don’t
It’s not crying, not dying but
Must be this time of year, makes
Auburn shades of brown, can’t shift
It’s difficult for us babe, we can’t
I think I know now, I really do
think I know.
Sometimes I forget, but you’re always
there to remind me.
And it’s cool, so cool.
How privileged I am.