We are all caged in change. And the solution to the promblem is having to cage change and tame it. Painting with our emotion will cover up the stains of pain. Erasing the illusion and securing the intrusion are tactics against change. But are these tastics necessary? should we just let it flow through the Ocean spray in the water the passion of the fire or the voices in the wind I feel the earth moving and with the elements of liife tis soothing Changes are moving pictures and with the lenses in our eyes we create a different view. We use a disguise over and under the lies to defy change. A change is a jouney up mount destiny. up this mountain lies obstacles succession faiures HIGHS lows and explosive answers to my rolled and yet to be sparked questions This is a trip up the mountain side of mind A change is like waking up between irony and a dream and a wall of confusion is in between, seperating the two scenes. The tradition of transition is common in change While my inersha is settling, the force of change is more than willing to interupt my staionary self and bombard my reasoning A walk through the gallery of faces is a walk through smoke rings and colourful phases. My mind traces and cut cut pastes my history with change. Changes are electric. they are always flowing. always knowing Change is the balance of my vital signs. When they are low the gathering of my egos keeps them high. beautifully high. Change is a pathway that leads to an eventuall euphoria Its is the spark climax and evoltuion of my being This world is mine to desipher but change is trying to condition me. This is a mission within itself. BUT WITHOUT FURTHER ADUE ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN OF LIFE AND THE FIRST STOP IS FOR CHANGE
