From black to white, from hot to cold
From tears to laughter and to smiles.
My feelings age, they get too old,
Replaced, by fierce young minds,
Live through depression and elation.
The line between the two is thin.
One silly song, a conversion,
Can throw you, yes, once more again
Into a new whirlpool of thoughts,
Open old files you have closed,
Relive the battles you have fought,
Resume relationships long paused.
And then one day you realize
You have been thinking way too much
For all that time.
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