Sunday, October 7, 2012

Change.

Truth speaks to me in my sleep.
I toss and turn,
Can't sleep a wink.
I take a breath,
And let it out.
I wonder if,
I have my doubts.
These days and nights,
Are all the same.
I think of what,
I cannot change.
There is no end,
There is no start.
To what we are,
If truth is not.
One can try,
Life's not in vain.
This world needs us,
This world needs change.