Change

Change is a fluid creature

Hating to be tied down

By the ropes of commitment

And the chains of stability

Wanting to freely rome

The cities of our lives

The back alleys of our mind

Is where change really thrives

Feeding off of our uncertainties

And our dreams for better things

That can only be achieved

Through the perilous risk of change

Change is an inevitability

That one hopes to avoid

Because change means leaving

A tiny shard of yourself behind

In return for a mystery reward

Or a uncertain punishment

No one like leaving behind a piece of them

It is like leaving behind a family heirloom

Something that is part of your past

Something that could tell your story

Because if we can’t spread our tale

Then who is to say we were ever here

Change is a driving force

It moves the plot of your story forward

Makes people remember us

A thousand years from now

Because although it is your story

Someone else will be the most interesting character

It can be like a racecar

Lightning quick with slick wheels

But more often than not

Change is like the family minivan

An old and familiar presence

Something that is slow but reliable

Change preys on the weak

That is a scary realization

Since I myself am so frail and weak

But could change really be that bad?

Once you have  hit the bottom

Can’t you only change for the better?

Maybe change only attacks those who think they are weak

Maybe change is a kind character

Lifting up those who need to be lifted up

And putting down the heartless animals of this world

Maybe change works hand and hand

With the famed fate and courageous karma