Change

Wisdom teeth to remind me of growing pains.

The reflection in the mirror telling me to stand up straight.

The complexities of the future giving me no chances for foolish games to play.

The flowers in the vase always seem to alternate.

Life is bound to change

But the reception to resonate

Lies within the core of the generate.

Yes, the heart may palpitate

And the mind might correlate,

But there must be a balance

between each active participate.

You cannot fuel a congregation

With raging hate

Nor construde a false imagination

With real factors, innate.

There is a simplistic beauty in change

As berries ripen and

words fade.

Find grace in moments of wane

because we are just vessels continually

Finding peace in going against the grain.