change of season
change of time
change of government
change of mind
you don’t ever have to change for me
a change is as good as a rest.

we all have changed,
walking/working, heads bobbing
ears plugged
thumbs tapping.
wondering, why do we hurt so much?

why no one ever looks each other in the eye.
walking streets like bumper cars
stealing smiles, and inhaling the odd apology
to smooth the roughness of the day.
change can only be a comin’ with a change of heart.