Process

I've always watched the change,

watched without a sound,

and I have to wonder why,

I don't speak a word out loud.

Perhaps the world will stop for me,

and I can't stop for myself,

but I often wonder why the rest,

why they can't see themselves,

the change I have found,

that keeps me bound,

without a sound.

There's a process in the world,

and no one can stop the change.

There's a process all around us,

and things never stay the same.

They never stay the same.

There's a process in the world,

and no one can stop the change.

There's a process all around us,

And things never stay the same.