It changes.

I see new sides of old things.

I think of things not thought of before.

I understand what I once did not.

The world changes.

Others see me as older,

But I see myself as the same.

What once was loved,

Now is not.

What once was hated,

Now is loved.

I change.

I look at what I didn't before.

I see beauty where I once thought wretched.

I fear what will come next,

But when it comes...

I embrace it.

Has the world changed or is it just me?