Possibility
is what we see
When we search the sea
for a reason to be free
Looking to the great wide open
under the skies of blue
So much motion
Maybe it is a clue
We say we fear change
We want things to stay the same
Unfortunately, it’s insane
to think its best to constrain
Everything else in nature
acts more like a conveyor
Cycles of motion
sometimes causing commotion
Perhaps we believe
its the speed
Are we not ready to receive
who we could be?
Then again, when
does a change truly happen?
Only when we are looking
or paying attention?
As if all is still
when our attention is nil
Change becomes the process
reminding us we are a part of nature’s progress
Freedom is inherent in the play
Inviting us to stray
From thinking we know the way
and can betray
The beating of our hearts
as rhythmic as the stars
Burning brightest as they change
Are we really so deranged
to think we can discover our range
without the possibilities inherent in change?
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