Would the Sun still set if the Moon did not rise?

Would we still win if not for the prize?

Would we even wake up if not for sleep?

It seems to me that change goes deep.

                                ∞

I lift my eyes when I walk down the street.

See people running to make life complete.

Amending their hair, the look of their shoe.

Tapping their phone, hello to ‘the crew’.

                                ∞

Looking for updates, status reviews.

Any old thing but the rotten news.

Dying for change, praying for peace.

Does this bag go with this Cerise?

                                ∞

Paradox nature, this concept called ‘change’.

Adapt or die, it’s not that strange.

Progress happens. This is a given.

If only change was not so driven.

 

 

 

© The Secret Poetess, November 2016

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