Winds are changing
The tide has come in
And your number's up
So why fight it?
Spent so long...
Chasing roads that lead nowhere...
Paths that have both an end and no end
Because their ends only make another beginning,
Intersecting with another middle
Letting into one another like intertwined vines
Fighting change makes more struggle,
Pain most can't contend with
So why want to defend with
Nothing more than tooth and comb?
Swing the stick,
All you'll make is a scratch,
And we all know
Time heals all
Even itself
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