Can people ever really change?

Yeah, I think so

Life is a state of flux

Since the primordial soup

Changing to us

And you’re not the same

As you were when you were six

You’ve grown as a person

But there are some people

Who are just as immature as kids

So you can’t just expect everyone to change

But for the most part, if they’re trying

So should you

Goodbye is a hard thing to say

To someone you love

Who you may never see again

But it’s better

Than having them suddenly

Ripped away

To leave you filled with regret

Of things unsaid

Never again feel their warmth

Or hear them talk

Not even to read their words

Like a magic trick

Of the worst kind, they’re gone

Get good grades

So you can get into a good college

Do good in college

So you can get a good job

Work hard

So you can have sufficient retirement funds

That’s the outline

But you don’t have to follow it

Seek fulfillment in your life

Whether or not it follows what’s expected

Because no matter the obstacles you may face on that path

You’ll die happy, knowing you did what was best for you

It seems so out of reach and far

But we’ve been there before

We can be out among the stars

If someone would just open the door

About three days to get there

A couple billion to set up camp

There’ll be plenty of space to spare

And a little to revamp

The days there are 29 of ours

And there’s no shield from solar wind

It’ll be fought over by the powers

While the population is thinned

At first, there will be scientists

Conducting many different tests

This will be the quietest

Until more are sent on the quest

Entrepreneurs will show up next

To profit from the boom

Build up the annex

And lessen up the gloom

Two people will soon create

The first person not native to Earth

Wiping clean the cultural slate

Leading to a different worth

This new group of people

Will form their own identity

And they will be the sequel

Of those seeking serenity

But those back home won’t like that

They won’t understand the rationale

There’ll probably be a spat

But Earth will lose its morale

This new nation will be its own

And it’ll have its own structures

Its creation will be a milestone

A new age it will usher

But who’ll take the first step

In the plan to change the world?

“I’ll do it,” she says, “Yep!”

And her plan unfurled

With determination in her eyes

And hope in her heart

She’ll bring the human race to new highs

And everyone will be a part

You realize that everything you’ve put off will come crashing down

And it does

Slowly you realize you have to play catch up

But the game is dragging along slower than you thought it would

You cram everything into one night

Expend all your energy for the home stretch

Then you fall down from exhaustion, finally able to relax

Until you do it all over again

As the few hours

Stretch to years

And my dreams present

All my fears

When I’m awake

Or asleep

My mind dreads

To take the leap

Since I know

What scares me most

My mind can conjure

All my ghosts

But is this dreamscape

Really as bad

As restless thinking

Of what I could’ve had

As you’re hot on the murderer’s trail

Right next to the world’s greatest detective

Time loses its meaning

And you’re lost in the chase

The Napoleon of crime

Sets intertwining puzzles

And life-threatening traps for us

We’ve almost got him

He’s standing right ther-

“Hey, what book are you reading?”

You’re pulled out of the pages

As if you’ve been hooked

And pulled back into the real world

You look up, met with a set of prying eyes

Not all that interested

Just trying to make conversation

I stare at the expressionless face, sharply replying,

“The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes”

Feeling a disconnect between those words

And the experience of actually reading the story

He shrugs and walks away, not even realizing that he

Just interrupted the meeting of the century

But there’s no time to worry about that now

You fall back into the book, and hear,

“You must stand clear, Mr. Holmes,

Or be trodden underfoot”