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