Nothing is the same
Everything has changed
Isn’t that what we said
When the sun rose yesterday
Everything is changing
Nothing is the same
But everything would mean nothing
If nothing ever changed
Watch the roses open
See her petals fall
Hymns are never changing
The church folks sing them all
Same birds always flying
Different ones for sure
Sometimes bees are dying
Making honey all the more
Bedtimes shift with seasons
Miracles they come ‘round
But surely they will go
Just as waters currents
Are ebbing as they flow
If ever we were living
In a world that never changed
What would we end up learning
Pass the times to rearrange?
I miss the friends I saw on Tuesday
But then again I miss the ones
From many many years ago
I’ll surely make some new ones
With forty years ahead or more
Everything is changing
Nothing is the same
But everything would just mean nothing
If nothing ever changed
© GÄ
Poétique 