I find myself in dim lit view observing all this from a high and very distant room what's plainly evident to you she cries out this time it's happening a brand new life breathed into what we bring a brand new shape a change to what has always been a brand new reason to believe another day a new attempt to keep what's waiting on the fence from falling backwards on itself spilling books down from the shelf where i laid my head to rest another long day for the blessed a grand departure from the rule i wish that i could feel this too but it just feels wrong i don't need a change to come to bring new life to what's been done it's already been done and done wrong.