Constant as the tides of mama ocean
Just like the colors of the trees on the range
The Forces of Flux are always in motion
Things are always gonna rearrange
Life will flow in ways profound
Or in ways ever so subtle
One minute you're dropped down hard to the ground
The next floating freely in a happy bubble
It's coming, you may as well honor it
One day you are picking out the new doggie
and the next day picking up its shit
All of this dichotomy can leave you rather groggy
Go out there and manifest the life you desire....make a choice
Get off the pot... quit makin' a fuss
Could be the difference between drivin a Rolls Royce
or sitting with 50 of your closest friends on the city bus
Change is coming, embrace this fact
Befriend it and create it as you wish
Regain the things that you want back
And your fears of change shall vanish
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