Life Changes All the Time, Baby

life changes all the time, baby

someone wrote in blue

on a wide boulder

in that second

all that stranger wanted

was to keep that second forever

to staple with a breath

the volatility of mind

whom are we praying to

when reciting prayers

for whom are we saving these moments

when we write on boulders

how many boulders are around me

with faded messages

erased by rain, and time, and erosion

life changes all the time, baby

whether you write it or not.