A change is a constant thing; it repeats itself going in a circle.                                                                                                                                                         I hate it; change brings, sorrow, loss, a sense of wrong that will never be corrected.                              I love it; change brings new experiences, new beginnings, and new happiness, though the sorrow still remains.                                                                                                                                                     I wish for change, for the excitement.                                                                                                        I wish time would reverse the change that time has wrought, so that I may once more know the joy it brought.                                                                                                                                                      I want the peace that I know will come, somewhere far off, that will be the last that change will be wrought.                                                                                                                                                            Until that has come I will wait. I will wait for the joy or the sorrow that change will wrought