Time Got a Mirror

There is something we hear so often:

“Time changes.”

Does it really?

Has anyone ever watched

March become May?

Seen morning slowly become evening?

March still has to cross

the road that leads to April.

Just as coal,

hidden in darkness,

slowly changes under pressure,

perhaps some people

lose their colours,

while others discover new ones.

And yet,

many still swim against the current.

They may lose their colours,

but they never lose their way of being.

Sometimes we call them foolish.

Sometimes we call them mad.

But sometimes I think

perhaps they simply have no ears.

They do not listen.

Who knows,

perhaps they see

in a way we never learn to see.

Perhaps they know

what we can never quite bring ourselves to understand.

They change.

The people around them change.

And we say,

“Time has changed us.”

Or is it something else?

Something like them...

I don't know.