Ode to Change

When the day comes to an end,

when it is quiet all around,

the chaos within me awakens

with a deafening sound

When i have dealt with the day,

when i have traveled all day,

i wonder, "where am i going?;

have i lost my way?"

I have seen, i have talked,

i have tried to make them see.

But we tend to not change the way 

we are, don't we?

It is easy to talk about change,

it is easy to blame. 

But it is not easy to get out of bed,

(in the morning)

and change the way we play the game.