These changes
Keep coming up on me
I don’t know anything for sure
Less everyday
Today’s world isn’t the same
As yesterday’s
Are we adapting?
No, we are reacting
Spread out like dust
I was part of their labyrinth
How could I ever be hidden in it?
We’re all white noise
In the spiral arms
Of the galaxy
I love the image of the galaxy having spiral arms. Brings to mind the stars, but also DNA. Good job!