We say we observe change, we digress
for progress but there is no change in a moment that never ends. One
carries the next and so on like a assembly line, ripping through
fabrics of time.
We are all the same.
No change has come down, no
change for the progressing new town.
We complain at that change, in
shame for they stay the same.
Who has time for change, when right now
is to uncertain?
Patterns are the same, one building goes up to make
room for the next fallen society.
Change is never changing always its
the same, yet were caught up in that changing loop of similarity.
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