Change;

How could life be so hard regardless.

A level, so plain through the eyes of the master.

It is clear, but we cup the water with dirty hands.

Why am I like this, why am I different, why did I change.

Time is change. Am I wrong to be full of want?

Children play, without ego, without vice.

Some don't have the opportunity.

We break them down, and build them up to crumble just like us.

Nevertheless, we break them.

A child can fathom on its own, but the playing field is littered with mines; The spying glass, fogged with lies.

There is a truth to each untruth.

The truth is already there, why do we waste our children making it so complicated.

Life is written in change. Tied to the circumstance, burdened by pain.

Pain is a feeling more real than thought. Its source weathers us if we don't stop.

Why have we bartered reality for illusion.

What do you feel? Can you see where you hurt?

I tell myself I cannot withstand this world. Change happens regardless ;

Can we change anything?

We can change ourselves.

If we don't change, we will be destroyed.

Empty your mind, see deeper than your ego, find your way back.