Change is what will never change.
There’s some new change tomorrow.
Let street and alley rearrange
As joy takes turns with sorrow.
There is no randomness to see.
There’s nothing that was forced to be.
The choosers chose and choice arose.
The dancer ever on fresh toes
Spins on with Love eternally.
Photo: “Courthouse Viewed from an Alley” by the author linked to Tuesday Photo Challenge — Alley.