A Change

I can feel their eyes.
Pieced disguise.
A thought can lead to many things,
But once a worry,
Always a runaway trouble,
Then a fear,
Then a cage.
But a key is being built.

But floating towards,
I can almost feel,
A change.

Floating away.
The change of tides,
Has seemed to carry me,
Far from the land of me.
Perhaps the body of me,
Can make me feel,
A part of this.

But floating towards,
I can almost feel,
A change.

It hurts to be,
A judge of things,
Though some can learn to be.
Anything can seem to be,
A foe.
But when we seem to float away,
From all that we know,
We are floating towards a change.