Change

Change

I hate it

Shiney, new, strange

Everything rearrange 

The comfort of knowing is gone

Instead of taking the normal route home

Feels like I'm needing of GPS and a Map

Just to find my way back 

New Friends

New School

New home

Jungling them all at once 

As I walk a tipe rope that has no net

It's not safe and at times I think I'm the only one

It's hard not blame all this at one person

But I have to pick that one person

I blame it on Change

 

 

 

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