The world doesn't change
On a whim or in a faze
We are too stubborn minded
To be lifted from this haze
But there is one way
And it involves allowing the fog
To clear from our angered daze
Maybe finding the strength
To see through each others gaze
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoezjaA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
The World Can Change
The world doesn't change
On a whim or in a faze
We are too stubborn minded
To be lifted from this haze
But there is one way
And it involves allowing the fog
To clear from our angered daze
Maybe finding the strength
To see through each others gaze