Something I wrote a few months ago with nothing to do with current political events.

Winds of Change

The whisper of the winds of change
start softly and unclear
We focus on the day to day
and the customs we revere. In the
shelter of our daily life
the time just rolls on by
the echoes of the hours past
drown out the breezes' sigh.

Nothing stays the same, the
seasons come and go. The
sands of time are driven as
the winds of changes blow, can you
try to hold a storm when you
hear the tempest roar?
We must reset our bearings, so we can
find our way to shore.

We can track a hurricane
as it blows across the sea
knowing when to batten down and
knowing when to flee, but we
miss the hint when the winds of change
are still a quiet breeze, and we’re
not prepared when the twister howls
and we’re buried in debris.

Nothing stays the same, the
seasons come and go. The
sands of time are driven as
the winds of changes blow, can you
try to hold a storm when you
hear the tempest roar?
We must reset our bearings, so we can
find our way to shore.

We don’t like curiosity
we know that leads to change
but when we finally realize
somethings feeling strange
we first deny and then attack
the bearer of bad news
as if the gale that buffets us
will care about our views.

Nothing stays the same, the
seasons come and go. The
sands of time are driven as
the winds of changes blow, can you
try to hold a storm when you
hear the tempest roar?
We must reset our bearings, so we can
find our way to shore.

As usual, feel free to disagree using this contact link. My world view is a hypothesis, not a belief.