Change is in the air



A thing of beauty is always a treasure



To a cynic, it's all in how they measure

What we as humanity view

Good or Just.

They as society see it:

Stupid, a bust.

The power to change anything,

Like how we clean up or dust,

Always lies in our ablility to see hope-

It's a must.

There is change taking place

In our hearts, our minds

That's what I'd change first if I could:

What society's blinded

In me.

It all starts with me,

The rest will fall behind.


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