Change yet again.
We come back to college and we find out that our classroom is now bang opposite our old one. This time round when i look out of the window i see the railway tracks.
People going away, people coming back.
I see destinies changing, and i see luck changing hands. I see people boarding. I see people stepping down. I see the train changing tracks.
As the world continues to right itself again and again, i realise that i need to face my reality again and again.
That some truths will always remain bitter truths even if they are coated with sugar candy.
That some people are beyond change, even though every single minute, something, someone, somewhere is changing.