Change

Thing fade People change, And things you though Would always be, Are becoming no more than a distant memory. You struggle to keep hold Of what you once held so true, So thigh, and so dear. You fight the future, From becoming the now And cling the past that’s becoming no more. You’re afraid of the change, Terrified of what you don’t know. But as the future moves forward, Becoming the now. You have no choice but To move with the change. Change of scenery, Change of friend, change of pace. The change of anything That you can live with to let go of. Change is good, Change is growth. Change is you becoming you. Don’t fight it But face it fearlessly. With no regrets And with determination. Change will always happen. It’s in the future, the past, And forever in the now.