In the shower

I mulled over the day,

And I washed myself clean,

But I couldn’t redeem it.

I cannot change yesterday,

Or the morrow,

Or the sorrow.

I can barely change me;

I cannot change you,

Even though I know you,

Even those I know,

And much less those I don’t.

What can I do?

What can you do?

We borrow

Their sorrow.

We hope

For tomorrow,

And do nothing.

We pray.

We cry.

We say.

Ask why?

And do nothing.

Change is hard

To enact,

To perceive.

We’re used to deceit.

And we do nothing.

Change starts within.

Begin