//What is change like//
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Is it like
A hurricane
Creating a swirl of confusion in you
Or maybe like
Ocean waves
Pushing you to accept
Serenity and rage alike
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Is it like
The backyard store room,
A chaos one dreads to face
Or maybe it’s
A childhood photograph.
Carefree dawdles being replaced
By responsible decisions .
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Is it like
A bush of thorns
Cutting across your body and mind.
Or maybe like
The air that surrounds us
But isn’t acknowledged enough
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Is it like
A newly planted tree in your garden
Surprising you everyday
With its bearings
Or maybe it’s
A rocky maze
With gruelling decisions standing at every turn .
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Is it like
A box of memories.
Letting one see naïvety blur into realism
Or maybe it’s
A memory loss
Giving one a chance to start again.