Change

Fighting the same crowd everyday
walking the same path day by day
programmed to accept the way things are
but exhaling, inhaling anyway.

Rarely do we seek to improve
Rarely do we feel things matter
jumping from one task to another
always hungry to find the better.

Until one day it happens to you
the blindfold is removed, you can view
you pause for a moment, where are you?
you wonder where you're headed to.

You notice their smiles, you observe their frowns
you feel their pain and their downs
your prayers slip when their hearts drown
ego is silenced, and humility abounds.

the conscience burns over what's missed
you wonder if ignorance is truly a bliss.