The perspective, the angle, the view
The landscape a panorama, was so hard to escape
I couldn’t focus in to see all the places I had been
Far and wide circling – scattered among both sides of the divide
I stepped in last night to a beautiful sight and was standing right behind Diana
sitting back in a chair with freshly cut short hair
So young, nineteen, with a smile on her face, well composed, relaxed, completely laid back
ready to take in the joy of each day.
Then somewhere in between everything got mean
Chased around and forced to hide underground.
Why should that be? Is she more interesting than thee?
Look in the mirror and see what you lack rather than chase people around
because you like how they sound or look and the path they took.
Or maybe if you asked, the person would happily agree.