Shiny and New

By Evan Wilson

How often I look for some newness,
How often I look for what’s new.
I looked so much for some newness
I didn’t see what was new within you.
How sweet the sight of some newness
Like a shiny brand new smelling car.
Something brighter and better and better
Never seemed to be from me so far.
But I saw that surrounded by newness
I had no one near I could thank,
And I saw much more that was empty
Than the accounts of my new opened bank.
So now I am searching for newness
Because that is all I can find.
I’m stuck now searching for newness
With one image of you to remind.