The Truth of the Matter

Dream the dreams,

Dreamers drempt,

Sing the songs,

the falsetto swept,

swirling in a confusion of tempo,

within a world,

a whirlwind and tumble,

Change is uncertain,

yet undeniable,

it comes with a time,

and is unforgettable,

Chase and hide,

if you will

time will tell,

and forget they will,

Some voices heard through time,

and told the stories and trials,

Remain,

Because they began,

Change is always,

a flow of air,

a simple creciendo,

a twirl of hair,

so if you believe nothing can change,

the truth of this matter,

is nothing remains