Change

Something that I find really, really strange

is how well I am handeling my life.

Even though it is filled with lots of change,

I am able to take it without strife.

 

Most say that change is important as it

leads to growth and character and good charm.

They say that change is a healing spirit,

pure and clean and that it can do no harm. 

 

And yet I know, whether or not I should,

(and even if I shouldn't, it is still

true), that change is not always something good.

Change can lead to hurt. Pain. Loss of will.

 

It is hard and it hurts and it's no fun.

But the world would suffer if there were none.

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