Change

Clinging to stationary realities
Attempting to set a fluid nature in stone
The conformity of rigid thinking
See’s us cut off, stranded and alone

Walls we build for security
Still make inmates of us all
The higher that we build them
Means the longer the shadow falls

Trying so hard to cross bridges
When the river is not yet in sight
Preconceived notions are shackles
That limit and hold us from flight

Change is gods breath amongst us
Decay follows when stillness takes hold
To gaze at the day with a mind that is blank
Is a treasure more worthy than gold