Please Don’t Let Me Change
And I went to the old park where I used to walk my dog,
where the grass is always green,
and I sat on the bench with the green arms,
the rusty screws rustier than I remember,
and I looked at the trees that used to be so young,
no longer held up by birch posts,
and I thought they were new,
but they were the same.
They were the same,
and I knew I had changed