Change. By Lottie Lou Lorence. (My new pen name!!!) I walk onto the plane, Trying to seem sane, I look out the window, I will never feel so low, I see a place I left, That hasn't changed at all, I never slept, I didn't even bawl, I changed, And it looked the same. I change and I change, Along with my surroundings, But who cares? I'm no longer even in range.
I look down at the change, It used to be dry and desolate, Now it's where the sea and earth met, Now it's changed again, I will change like the view, I don't need to mend, I will change, and I will change, I will always be in range, All my friends care, But as you know, y'all, Friends are rare, So keep them all.
