Change is the never-ending bridge,
That transports us from the past,
My feet step tentatively across,
Yet steady,
I know this bridge well,
But I am a newcomer to the shining cities of the future
I see them in the distance,
And as I walk closer,
I see that sometimes they are filled with flames,
And sometimes they are filled with lights
Sometimes they are filled with mirrors,
And I glimpse my shining self.
