Wings Of Change

Someone someday sang Wings of Change,
What did he say, I don't know,
What I know, that I grew wings,
I was flying on Wings of Change.

Time is constant, time ticks by,
Sand in the hourglass shuttles on eternally,
Tick, tock-tick, tock-tick,
Time is constant even when it flies by.

Words of wisdom come to my mind,
Everything changes. Nothing stays the same,
Change the only constant in life.
And I learnt that we fly on Wings of Change.

Onwards I fly on my Wings of Change,
My wings have no feathers; only time.
Like a digital clock, the numbers roll by,
And I keep on flying on my Wings of Time.

Amazing experience, flying is,
A thrill of a lifetime, maybe for lifelong.
When I go up, I'm happiest of all,
When I swoop down, my heart stands still.

I look around me, and I see people,
With similiar expressions like mine on their faces,
To me they look stagnant, but soon I realize,
With me they are flying on their Wings of Change.

Life goes on like a series of pictures;
Life is a quest for loved ones,
Some may find many, some find none,
As they fly by on their Wings of Change.

Does anyone realise that they are flying?
Do they know they have Wings?
"Yes!" comes a voice in my mind,
"They all know, what you know,
They know they are flying on Wings Of Change!"

"Oh!" the voice says, "Man is a man of a moment,
My Wings and man have a love-hate relation..." and the voice fades away,
We are all oppurtunists, always looking up,
As we fly by on our Wings of Change.

I know I'm flying on Wings without feathers,
With the digits on reverse, running out, running out,
But I want to stay here for a moment,
Stand with my feet on the ground,
Before I fly on, on my Wings of Change.