The game of change is always being played
So easy to get caught up in the tide.
Some of the changes are a nice upgrade
While others make me want to run and hide
As much as I want things to stay the same
The endless flow of change will never stop.
Time goes on, young to old is what became
Try to hold my breath and I will pop
The only choice is to go with the flow
Go upstream and I will not move at all
Try to avoid and I will never grow
The seasons change and all the leaves must fall
Change must occur it is the way of life
Don't try to fight or you'll be struck with strife.