Changes

By Jerald Parten

Let me warn you, of a serious manner now. Those holding a spirit of revenge, abuse of power. The cruel use of power, red signs, chanting of angry voices. Such attachments are those ideals, becoming nothing more than drags of a past. Blaring alarms, red flags. Such attachments, from the pride derived from shades of differences. A bridge set on fire, chaotic flames engulfing it, the shores from below watching in a predicament. Pride taken from those ideals, the past, all clouded in red discord. Had the same ideals, same thoughts, same clouds, triumphed together long ago. You’re a lost soul, your power, you can change it all. The flames won’t stop, shores crying helpless to change the inevitable. And yet you’ll decide instead to clear the smoke, smoke of red clouds. Still have your sufferings, your successes, tribulations and trials Your angels and demons, your head is so loud. Such attachments that belong to the past, now there’s Mr. Blue Sky, ain’t a cloud in sight You lost a bridge but you’re still here. The shore is gonna keep it safe And with all these parts combined, you found the means and efforts of your greatest strength. No more red clouds, no more rising tides. You’re reborn, moving forward and bona fide. Despite this war, you found freedom following bridges being torn. Now you travel alone, looking to find a new one to cross. Maybe make some bondings and form something more? You’re in your head again. Ignorance is bliss, fantasy is all fun, but you need to remember where it all begins. Let their heart go if you can’t save your own, life is pretty strange. But it’ll feel normal even with just you, go with the changes.

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