~ Cosmic D.J. ~

Who plays these changes, Daddio?
Who twists our fates then
Lets them go?
Time spins out in an endless line,
Chasing reason, after season
Of nonsense rhyme.
The beat gets switched
Before you even have the chance to get a good feel
For the dance.
All of Life's song is one big Change --
You adapt, or go crazy
Trying to accept the strange syncopation
In Life's odd creation,
Trying to force the melody to fit
Into the song you hear in your mind.
Because it won't.
Ever.
And I find, at the end of this day,
I'm sickened by too many changes,
Too fast.
Who plays these changes, Daddio?
Why can't the best songs ever last?
Trying to find the voice that wants to sing,
And still survive this ever-changing thing called "Life".
Color me tired of so many "false starts",
Done with never-ending "ends".
I'm finished with
The broken hearts,
Selfish, untrue lovers,
And most of all, done
With "fair-weather friends".

~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007