Changes
Perhaps the world is naught but a bubble,
hovering and twirling with the winds of Fate-
'oer sands of Time, and Wonder.
Our hourglass past a fading dream-
the spark of Hope snuffed like a candle in the breeze.
light it again-
show us the way-
and burn Destiny to oblivion, with the mighty blaze of Change.
This poem is about:
Our world