The Wave of Change

the gentle lapping of salty waves, break onto the shore,

The wave of change is coming fast-

into the tide contentment's cast

it's the only way to sail from past

to brightest futures; A risen mast...

and a seagull, somewhere, sings in F minor.

no human can ignore:

no matter race, religion, class,

that the waves propel us, or

drowns us beneath their mass.

The wave of change's tolling tide

has come again for us, we tried

to keep using whatever we

contrived,

to surf change's wave,

wildly we ride.