Changes Poem by Timothy Long

Going through changes, on doing, going through changes, undoing what can not be done, friends coming and going, as times passing you by, the interest once had disappear, life and death can't comprehend the amount of sorrow translated everywhere in the world, dreams are no longer remembered, but the dreams of everyone remains, thinking change can happen but things fall apart, nothings ever going to be the same, smiling now as restless as I am, sorting out this event that I promise I might not walk on by, just still the tears fly like floundering ominous clouds in the sky, leading me through the cross, it fell like I did in depths of my anger, just hollowed remains of my past self, changes could be good but sometimes you don't know, changes bring death but also revolution as well, going through changes isn't so bad after all.