Portrait of Change

Bewildered, alone, with nothing left but breath The distance travelled, now longer than planned Ears ringing with the shrieking of a hundred birds wings Untold stories are carried along in little boxes No thought given, none at all Voices whispered on the wind Echo through the valleys of distant memories Reflections are unfortunate perceptions of what we want to see If it were not for you, would I still be me White blossoms fall soundlessly to the ground Eleven times around