Change Is In Everything Poem by RONY PATRA

I set off with my dreams, knowing not where to go
With a little bit of hope and optimism, minus the sorrow
I try and look back at my past, and realize one thing
Necessary or unnecessary, change is in everything

As I set off on my journey, I look back at my den
And the city I lived in, of which I was a citizen
I realize that I’ll be haunted by this dominion of dirt and grime
And then slowly, silently, it will be lost in the sands of time

I look back at the melancholic parents who gave me warmth
I get flooded with emotions and get lost in its labyrinth
I turn back to see my crestfallen friends, and their moist eyes
Convey a whole lot more than they can ever advise

What will happen to me, where I will go, who knows
God hides his cards close to his chest more than he shows
I have myself, and only myself to trust in this big, bad world
Only time will tell whether I’m lucky or left out in the cold

I hope I eventually come back, somewhere in time
To my city, my den, this dominion of dirt and grime
By then my worldly knowledge will have vindicated one thing
Necessary or unnecessary, change is in everything