Change
Change.. the great mediator of life,
Eye constantly ask myself what could eye change and how?
Often to stumble upon the question "what couldnt eye change?"
This simple negation opens realms suppressed in the darkness of my mind.
Opportunities that eye would have otherwise omitted were illuminated by thought.
Any and everything is subject to change,
The only difference eye would like to see is in our understanding.
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