Change.

Time.

There is a time to change everything.

Time changes us.

But how do we know when to change?

Time is so infinite that people become mezmorized

in one moment that no one realizes is moving. 

Becoming a second, 

A minute,

An hour, 

A day, 

A week,

A month,

A year. 

Nothing to feel.

Change is the one thing that keeps us noticing

that we're alive. 

We wouldn't know what we have unless 

posessions changed

and things were stolen.

Seasons pass in a 

Peaceful daze.

Becoming a true self 

will never be true unless you change to get there.

Every person is a butterfly 

waiting to sprout their wings and fly.

That "beautiful" metamorphosis

isn't always as it seems.

It is painful,

Practically made of challenges that change your path.

Never knowing which right or left is the right one to take.

No one knows what life is because 

they're living it.

Staring in to those broken eyes.

Like looking into the heart of an immense darkness.

Used to be so full of life. 

Never to have the same glow of innocence again.

Life is the true theif of innocence because 

No one ever sees it coming.

Yet no one ever sees that

Change

Can be the restorer of wholeness.

Human dignity + compassion = Peace