“If you don’t like something change it; if you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.”
In the stillness of a moment lies the history of thoughts.
Such feared “state of change,” of inconsequential alterations!
Wonders! [Deep Sigh…] “What about this? Tomorrow? After tomorrow?”
Question marks attracted by the insecurity of the mind.
Inevitable; We change sceneries,
Pages, numbers, chapters, memories, feelings, pictures, et al.
Suitably fashioned, words draw this change…
A vivid imagination of turmoil and chaos,
Beautifully pictured, bluntly delivered.
Eager for a fragment of consistency,
Yearning for a sliver of certainty…
The mind drifts to imagination
And resides in hopes of “steady tomorrow”
With double quotations to rise the eloquence
And a sarcastic verse to make it more habitable.
Thus, we sail through foreseeable changes, fingers crossed…
To always be kissed by those we love,
To always be hugged by tenderness.