Change

The lonely man writhes with envy as he watches families in the park.

The deaf man; void of music...

The blind man dancing in the dark...

The lost are always lost...

Like a child never born...

Regrets are like sharpened stakes,

and sober animals never mourn.

I listen for the sun, over the roar of the relentless rain...

It's all the same. The constants, always swirling with change...