What do you do when things have lost value?
Do you hide them, ignore them, or throw them away?
Then, when you see them restored and new
Do you wish you'd looked closer; allowed them to stay?
Not looking deeper, is a mistake we all make
Not looking far enough, is too
The bigger picture is always there playing out
Directly in front of you
What do you do when things have lost value?
Do you recall the beauty, or start to forget?
What it's become, is partly your doing
Do you own that, say "sorry", and go back and get
That rush you used to feel?
Those gushing words you said?
That soft spot in your heart?
Those good days in your head?
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