Change is strange in all its ways
It leads us blindly through the Maze
It haunts our nights and rules our days
Change is constant not a faze
And yet we act like all is still
The world will bend around our will
Our pockets full of lies we fill
We are not ready for the bill
But the Piper must be paid
His tunes into the darkness fade
A contract drawn a promise made
A price we cannot long evade
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