Lost in the spaces

Even as a change occurs the change changes again from this to that to something and nothing remains of the change that it changed from, everything is being erased, remade, reformed, the citadel of those halcyon days has been stormed by invaders that made changes.
I’m changing too,
not sure into what or who
but I feel it deep within which
I’ll surely be without
soon.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.