On the advent of change The swinging pendulum between Love and pain The somber look through The window pane The left turn on the freeway The tumbling of the blocks You so carefully arrange And the opportunity For them to be New Or the same Or put together in an all new way To be forced to turn around Is to change your perspective To the trail you’ve been following And a chance to correct it And maybe this failure In the chance you least expect it Is a page turning backwards To take the same words And reinvent them