Changing

- Just a perspective kind of thing, I guess-

In a world that's changing everyday,

All the good times never stay.

Last I knew it was the 1st of May,

now I'm watching the November rain.

The days pass by, faster and faster;

So I made myself into a mold of plaster.

Never changing, standing by...

As most of the world runs itself dry.

Time is ticking, drifting away,

Because this world is changing everyday.