I stay around the familiar
Because changes are something I'd like to change
Maybe if I lived in the dream world I wish of
I would never have been changed to sad when I was originally happy
This fantasy that I want to live in doesn't exist
And will never exist
Unless I act on it
But wouldn't that be changing something?
What I really demise is this "bad" change
And I hope for this 'good' change
But what is the difference?
A thin line?
A line that seems to jump from one side to the other
It will stay that way forever
While effect everyone because one tiny ripple effects the whole lake
Can't you see?
What's staring right in front of you, it's change
And its been standing there the entire time
You just had to find it
