Change

The night breeze flows around me. The cicadas hum envelops me whole. Alone, I am at peace; dreaming sweetly. But change will come. The breeze turns to a raging tempest. The peace disturbed by the fruit of discord. Amidst the storm, thoughts come unbidden. When will I change? The world is changing. Why then, am I stagnant? I stand alone, isolated; confronting the darkness. Yet is the darkness truly evil? Ignorance is bliss; Tis a folly to be wise...