Change

Seek not your inspiration

Among the dead wood.

The ashes of the past may fuse

To cloud your vision.

Let loose the bonds that tie

To the rhythm and the rhyme,

To the song and story.

Rather look to the living tree

Which holds the power of re-creation.

You can hold the water of life

Within your hands.

Capture and live your dreams

In the day.

Have no fear of the night,

Change the colours that you wear,

Find and walk in a new light.