What Doesn't Change

Walk along that yellow brick road that always seems to take a break

Know the only way to speak is changing the old ways

Could you find your piece of mind if asked to take

The way we climb is ticking time in crowded days


Pick one yet leave the other, can you seem to find its brother

Either way we boil over to reach a settle, furrowing to halts

Just stay in stride, close your eyes, and weave you pace to theirs

But ironic donations from gracious anonymities won't pay up for your faults


Conversations thoroughly transparent with the power of a flashlight

Poor souls shiver side-by-side in a petty place all the while

In waves beyond shores, there's crowded strip malls and city life for miles

Shouldn't worlds away become worth the fight?


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