Be the Change

There are the busiest people living outside your door.
With a look on their face, just like the day before.
Is it fear of a change or a will for the same,
that is driving their cars and driving me insane?
I do not want to play the game.
Do we all feel the same?
So we build little boxes then we fill them with things.
I don’t need any toys; I do not want to be a king.
For the lights of the city never fade till dawn.
Like a moth to the flame is this where we have gone wrong?
It is wrong.
I do not want to play this game.
Do we all feel the same?
We all feel the change.