I like to think of myself as constant
Unmoving, like a tree
But, like a tree, I change with the seasons
And have very little claim to constancy

It has the power to brighten my day
With a slight upward curve
With the parting of your lips
With a voice I could never forget
With a possibility
Scratch that
Let's make it a promise

We're like werewolves
In that when the moon rises
It awakens something within us
Something frightening
But comforting
Wild and ungovernable
Yet familiar

You're human in the day
But at night you're just a wolf like me

And as I try stopping the passing of time
Like grasping at sand
Slipping through my fingers
I fail to recognize the pile
Being built beneath my hands
Full of tiny fragments of life
That I forgot to live

I try not to look at the calendar
Or at the clock as I pass by
It's just another reminder
That I might be wasting my life away
Waiting for someone
Who never even thinks of me

Sometimes it's hard to tell
If I'm actually okay
Or if this is just a pause
Like the silence left
Between songs
On a particularly sad album