Saturday, February 25, 2012


People fear it,
But they want it.

We see it,
Yet we don't want to ask about it.

We hate it,
Yet we know we need it.

We don't want it,
But sometimes, we know we need it.

When it hits,
We want the past to return.

When it doesn't,
We ask for it to come.

We need it.

Ready, change?
Here I come.

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