Perpetually Interesting

This is not how they told me
this would happen:  how things
would change without changing:

each beautiful smile a warning
to observe closely, to interpret, 
to entrust.  

Don't forget to believe thus
you will become a part of
perpetual deception.  

See how pure and clear the bell
rings, like the heart struggles
to keep up.  I know the name
of each flower, bird and bee;

they won't save us.

But they will remember that
clear, blue day which in your world
is but another turned page

as if the book is short, sweet
and interesting.