Sometimes change comes on little cat feet
Tiptoes in and snatches a seat
Lurks in a corner til you notice it’s there
And challenges you to meet its stare
Sometimes change comes in a tidal wave
No warning or chance to escape it gave
Before striking and washing all plans out to sea
Leaving a brand new reality
Sometimes change comes as an ice cold wind
Creeping, filling where warmth had been
Invisibly changing the air that you breathe
No choice but to act or you will freeze
Seems like life just spins too fast
I barely duck as things fly past
I swing and hit, can’t even see
The targets where each ball should be
I’m thrown off balance more each time
And each day, plans turn on a dime
This onslaught has no end in sight
All I can do is stand and fight
Seems like life just rocks the boat
So much I hardly stay afloat
The waves slash in over the rail
Leaks spring faster than I can bail
Too dark to tell if I’m on course
Just face into the storm’s full force
While pulling through and pressing on
All I can do is wait for dawn
Victory comes from hardest fights
Dawn breaks after darkest nights
Faith can every mountain move
We’re more than conquerors through love
What is it that is such a thrill
To rise up through gravity’s barrier
The moment of breathtaking speed
Leave earth behind and ride the air
What is it that is such a thrill
To look down from the air so high
And see the tiny earth below
To hang suspended in the sky
What is it that is such a thrill
To rise and fall, to turn and glide
Complete control in all directions
To go somewhere or just to ride
What is it that is such a thrill
To finally descend back down
To leave the surreal world of flight
And stand again on solid ground
Why do you play with fire
When you can’t help getting burned?
Why do you give your trust away
Before it has been earned?
Why do you let your thoughts
Run away on a wild horse?
Why do you take a swing
Without looking at the course?
Why do emotions’ waves
Roughly wash you out to sea?
Why don’t you learn to ride
The storm out peacefully?
Why do you do the same thing
And expect a different end?
Why do you think your fantasy
Is just around the bend?
I am a mirror, a looking glass
I copy you while you go past
I’ll show you what you want to see
Without ever showing me
I am a shy chameleon too
I change from green to brown to blue
I’ll be okay if I blend in
Hide beneath a shifting skin
I am an unformed lump of clay
I’ll mold to any shape you say
I cannot harden into me
Since I’ve no unique form to be
I am a frosty icicle
A brittle, cold, transparent soul
Drips of past that caught and froze
I’ll melt away if you get close
Reflect, refract, reform, react
Will I ever see how to be me?
