It's amazing how things change,

Like they never existed.

They leave without a trace,

Putting on a new face.

It makes you wonder,

 "How has it always been?

Was it ever there?

Oh, what was the look?"

Change is black.

Look through it, 

all you'll see is blank.

Maybe things were never meant to stay the same.

Maybe things were meant to shift ways.

Maybe in going on, Change is just the next phase.

Change is swift.

An unending race.

A devouring lane.

A life you can't but live.