The change in my pocket goes a long way, like the truth.. when it changes hands it can be put to more than just one use.. some stand by, waiting to get high.. others put their hands out just to try and get some food.. living in the moment, well sometimes, day by day.. it’s hard to see or even recognize the change.. but my friend’s got a son, and a friend’s passed away and now there’s no way.. things will ever be the same. Change is pain, but the same train that takes you, puts life in your veins, unlike the chains that hold you.. but change is change and is everything but the same, and yet we wonder if it’s still the same you..
I have no explanation for the reason that we justify our judgement on another human being.. jealousy can blind you, and in the voice of an influence always in our ear telling us who we could be.. but quieting the voices, while holding to beliefs of free speech, and that every one must speak to be free, even in the thickest form of judgement, the weight of the importance, is heavier than gold.. so write what you think.. speak what you think.. shout when you speak of the things that you seek.. dance with your heart and your soul and your feet.. like the colors of fall in the leaves on the trees..
It’s hard to see change when the sky stays the same.. and the government is up to the same clever games.. one by one some count them off like they were days, the changes and the challenges that brought us to today.. it’s hard to see change when the sky stays the same.. and the government is up to the same clever days.. one by one some count them off like they were days, the names of all the people that are dying every day.