The Unchanging

As I stand atop the paramount,
I question creativity.
I search the depths within my soul,
To stir answers from the reverie. 

Things would change,
And so would times,
Each path, each face, each rhapsody.
I search far and I search wide,
To seek what would never change for me.

People come and people leave,
I first rejoice; later grieve.
Each hand I shake, each friend I make,
Would not last beyond testimony.

As each day would dawn
I shall awake,
To a frothing rich cup of coffee.
And pick up the pen
I hold so dear,
To script new words of philosophy.

Voices too would born and die,
Each passing moment becomes memory.
What would not change,
For my true self,
Are my words, my prose, my poetry.

© The Godiva Expression – Anum Ali