Change
Change
Fear is the stallion that I ride.
His hooves are made of steel.
In a misty world I hide.
afraid of the one that is real.
Why am I able to look at myself?
If I do what will I see.
Why am I afraid to change myself?
If I do what will I be.
But change must come to every one.
It may come slow or fast.
And no matter what tomorrow brings.
It will not bring the past.
Every morning is a brand new day.
That you must build anew.
And every night when the sun goes down.
Then that day is through.
So every day you need new thoughts.
Old thoughts will not do.
If you hold on to the old.
You will never know the new.
Jack E Stowe
(2002)
