Worn out, ragged clothes
he could have been centuries old
the man who never stayed the same
every story on her flesh went told
single fabrics of his skinny hands
the wrinkles and freckles had a lore
the man who never stayed the same
with seasons he had changed
youth with summer
joyous with rain
rest in autumn
and in the winter gone without a trace
there was nothing that his experienced eyes hadn't witnessed
from waging wars, countries fought, timeless legacies
the romances, the comic and the ungrateful tragedy
as if vowed to witness the world
the world that lied in him, deep within
he erased the annoyance of the chaos
and made others see
the saneness insanity
the chaos with its beauty
time passed
centuries went by him
still the man who remained the same
and never the same
this was the tale as old as time
and as new as life
just like seasons he would change
the man who never stayed the same
he could have been centuries old
the man who never stayed the same
every story on her flesh went told
single fabrics of his skinny hands
the wrinkles and freckles had a lore
the man who never stayed the same
with seasons he had changed
youth with summer
joyous with rain
rest in autumn
and in the winter gone without a trace
there was nothing that his experienced eyes hadn't witnessed
from waging wars, countries fought, timeless legacies
the romances, the comic and the ungrateful tragedy
as if vowed to witness the world
the world that lied in him, deep within
he erased the annoyance of the chaos
and made others see
the saneness insanity
the chaos with its beauty
time passed
centuries went by him
still the man who remained the same
and never the same
this was the tale as old as time
and as new as life
just like seasons he would change
the man who never stayed the same
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