Turning Change

Change is like the carousel,
It make its way around me,
All is swift and drifts are mist,
Change is as the canyons of old,
As if the sands of feeling and time,
Can it be, so as lost to me as this,
Change is odd and odd it shall be!
Open as the sky is white and sun bright,
All is as red among the blood in vein,
Change has no home no beginning nor end,
We all lift our eyes to the prize of gold,
Maybe we'll reach it or maybe not so.