Change

Knock, Knock.

Who’s There?

Change.

Change Who?

Change you, that’s who.

Change your locks.

Change your password.

Change your diet.

Change your banks.

Then change your underwear cause you are going change even more.

Hope you are doing enough because we all deserve joy.

People panic all around, running from the mirror of self to avoid the forest fires that may burn their beliefs.

Some scream out their pain in blame hoping for the company of others that surrender responsibility.

Changes comes.

Messages, messengers, cosmic signs, revelations, re-evaluations, economic upheavals, political promises, system failures, terrorist attacks, wars for peace, counterinsurgency, special bulletins, bank defaults, tea parties, gay bashing, teeth gnashing, Mayan seminars, crystal skulls, chem trails, underwear bombs, full body scans, partisanship, demonstrations, recriminations, recessions, genocides, and suicides.

The word is out. Duck and cover, slash and burn, scrimp and save, gate your community, retire early, stock your larders, cash out your IRAs, short sell, long sell, re-sell, bankrupt, dig in, dig out, but dig it.

Change comes.