For some
Change is what they have left
In their pockets at the end of the day
When they take what is given
And resent in the silence of their apathy
But not for me
Oh no
I breathe it
I live it
I consume it
I tame it
I mould it
I manipulate it
It is the greatest fear and yet it is the greatest strength
I own no pockets
I collect no change
I am it
It is my beginning.

(8 July 2014) 

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