Something New

Wake up Sunday morning:
I’m still pining over you
A glorious fix of caffeine…
Yeah I think I’ll get myself through
Waiting for something new: like everyone’s done before
There’s nothing I’d ignore; receptive of trend taboos
This particular noontide
So usually youthful
Day’s verve still coursing
Greeting me back into the fold
Now I notice another floor that has not been explored before
Fresh magic marvels the air…
Young scent leads me in… it leads me in
Another Sunday morning:
A triumphant quest pulled through
Like flames meant to temper:
They shall spark treasures like you
Rerun’s in order so as to keep this steady glow
There’s nothing that will be ignored
‘Cause I have outgrown
Yeah i have outgrown
I CAN’T LET GO!