When everything changes, but nothing changes at all,
you know that you are home.
We see no rolling hills. We feel no wet heather
on the ground of which we trod.
Man can smell the stench of mediocrity,
but will refuse to admit when it reeks of grief.
We are born, we marry, we give birth, we grow old, we die;
in that dot on a map.
Nights holding ourselves in a culpable tribunal;
some look to the stars and dream BUT
do we dare feed the lion inside our hearts?
Do we dare light that candle in our spirits?
Do we dare accept that life is more than a dream?
Do we fight the darkness or will we realize that
everything will stay the same,
it is we who have to change it.