Change

Change

 

I wish I was a leaf

Gliding through the air

I wish I was a thief

Which would have the chance to share

 

The melody changing on a fiddle

Under moon lit sky above

Thinking of life as such a riddle

Having feelings, hate or love

 

Not to know which to have

Not to know which to pick

Either way its cry or laugh

It will make you happy or sick

 

The changed melody on the fiddle

Will neither ever change for us

Because if you keep changing a little

You keep ending at dust

 

Dust that gathered in the times

When you were changing melodies and rhymes

You always end in one straight line

Never actually changing your life

Reviews

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I really like the style of writing here. Very nice. I had to read a few times to get the meaning, though.

[Dewella~Vintella]

Very beautiful. Keep it up.

Vinny~

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A great poem, nice stuff!!!

[BrynnaW.]

Very beautiful poem! I loved it! It was so cute! Good job! Keep on writing!