Change

By: Jingwei Zhao

I look into my future

I don’t see a path

I travel to the past

My memories are gone

I sit here and watch

The trees are dancing in the wind

The flowers’ opening

The world is falling

There are pigeons with no crumbs

There are humans with no food

There are gods with great respect

There are beggars with nothing left

We live in a society full of change

But most of it leaves us in pain