Change

The lonely man writhes with envy as he watches families in the park.
The deaf man; void of music...
The blind man dances with 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...