The Changing Point Poem by David Knox

Seems like everything in the world changes
Not much stays the same
To expect your childhood streets to be there is insane!
Nothing stays how you remember it.
The world evolves, revolves, and changes
It's often the things we feel are most
Immutable in this physical world that suddenly change
Environments, neighborhoods, schools, people,
Nations, conflicts, buildings, values, and ideas
They all change and shift
The world can feel like a supernova
Constantly exploding into something new
But is that beautiful?
Can beauty be transient and ever changing?
If the world is beautiful then is change beautiful?
And if change is beautiful
Why then do these shifts feel so vacuumous
Why does it feel like amidst change you lose a piece of yourself
Why does it feel like yours memories are myths and legends
Is this too beautiful?

Now that would be a change.