New

What is it about you 'new'?

that has everyone so into you?
you pop out of the wood work in the name of creativity
you sneak up on people without startling them
you make them smile and arouse curiosity ... people just can't get enough of you... and then they do... and then you're through!

No more compliments or being boasted about to friends, no more late nights or sacrifices logic can't comprehend. When 'new' is now no more the transition to 'what a bore' is complete.

Smiles turn to frowns, flowers wilt, tears run; soil becomes the river bed,

frequent communication becomes silence

time pays dividends true to the dichotomy of life
one minute up next minute down and i am powerless to make you come back around

My biggest fear 'new' is that you become old

'cause i like you 'new' you refresh me

even though i know you can't stay new

do you think you could make an exception for me?