Change is in our pocket

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The mundane can offer comfort, reassuring us with it's consistency
Until a ripple, tired from its journey, hits us gently.
Pushed along, our eyes are forced to reevaluate.
Fear, no, excitement? now carries us forwards.

Cast upon the shore, we long for the ride again.
We cast our own stone this time, offering others the same chance
To change.