Changes

What’s normal now may not seem always so

There’s little that is stationary here

What’s strange may yet become the status quo

 

We eat what they produce but will not go

To abattoirs, where creatures die in fear

What’s normal now may not seem always so

 

The way we see depends on what we know

And what we know will change from year to year

What’s strange may yet become the status quo

 

We try, we fail, we learn, we change, we grow

Discarding ways that suddenly seem queer

Though lately normal, are no longer so

 

All in the river, moving with the flow

There’s nothing quite as fixed as it appears

What’s strange may yet become the status quo

 

Beliefs will change, although the change is slow

What’s dearly held might not be ever-dear

What’s normal now may not seem always so

What’s strange may yet become the status quo

 

 

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