Changes | Paxton Kirby (12)

"Still don't know what I was waiting for…"

You feel the sun shine through your tent

"And my time was running wild…"

You hear a sparrow sing

"A million dead-end streets and…"

It's bright and early- you peak your head outside

"Every time I thought I'd got it made…"

A handful of people are scattered across the land

"It seemed the taste was not so sweet…"

Slowly, subtly, a man sings

A piano sings with him

Their voices collide in warm composure 

As if the sun herself had been singing too

All began to emerge

Like critters from their dens

From their tents

From their houses

They convene

Onto the rooftop of 3 Savile Row

Next to the speakers at Newport

In front of their televisions at home

With family by blood

Family by love

Family simply built by proximity

Gathered for a shared regard

Time and time again

Curiously, cautiously, they listen

"Now I placed myself to face me…"

To watch the words effortlessly roll off of his tongue

"But I've never caught a glimpse…"

As if it were water trickling down a stream

"Of how the others must see faker…"

Oh, how that small crowd filled out

"I'm much too fast to take the test…"

To witness the changes