Changing to be

We change our clothes to fit changing seasons, and

To satisfy our lover's longing whistles

We change friends - where appear to be conflicting dares

For some peace of mind real friendship let us spare

We change attitudes to adapt to the offering of our host

For average welcoming - so we're not seen as ghosts

We change accent to our best self-diminishing skills

For being understood what we say, being understood what we mean

We change means of doing things and forget our ways

For being capable to walk with the others' strides ahead

We change every day without knowing the logical reason

For that we think of being safer in the strides of each season

We change how we feel; we silence our speech and our thought

For the same reason we think we are - reason we dared and fought

We change to be- alternatives we accept blindly- 'though that's bad

For we dare not answer our own question that screams day and night

We change to the extent of forgetting who we were yesterday

For thinking otherwise would push us aside, would push us at bay

But there are things within us we simply can't imagine dare change

They are above our reaching to spare - and so will stay…

Perparim Jan/'06