Change is Tradition

"Hearts entangled, between the sheets
Sheets of musical score as if no goalie we freely proceed to create
Passing passions participating in the same games
Right place, right times,
We collide.

Arteries, Veins
Carry me away, but please bring me back always with haste
Our home is our home-away-from-home.
Comfort in the journey to know we never attain being but live in continual becoming paired with the comfort in knowing together we may simply attain a state of being that does ebb and flow, but together more solid more rigid,
Better structured when you hold my spine and I run my legacy writers upon yours up or down my choosing but based upon your reactions always.

Tradition, Change
Is it not a tradition to change things
While changes may and sometimes do become tradition.
Parallels that never intersect but may come close.
No one can really change you but yourself, shall that not mean that it may only take that same single person to change the world around them.
Change yourself until you find tradition,
In order to change the world and it's current condition."

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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