Evolution is a phase of a being,
It’s a change that will make a square into a circle,
Can give life to the dead,
Can make a miser share his bread.
It’s one thing that makes me happy,
When I see my photos of me sitting in my grandpa’s lappy.
Times change and people evolve,
They make problems and that they strive to solve.
I sit here and think about you,
My mind is here but my soul rests with you.
Black ink fades down to brown,
White neat pages rip down,
The more the age the more early you frown,
Even if I die tomorrow,
I will have my heart to my satisfaction grown.
My words might seem dead for you,
The skin of my words might have shrunken for you,
For me they have a evolved feeling for you,
The evolution that happened from the day I met you,
The evolution of feelings that has evolved me as a person.
