Change isn't held in candles
Placed atop colorful coating.
Nothing comes about
When the flame dies and smoke rises.

When the clock strikes
A perfect palindrome,
No matter how hard you squint your eyes,
Everything remains as is.

But you are persistent.
You find new vices,
Fallen eyelashes, after three sneezes,
Anything for the slightest hope.

So you continue dreaming.
And maybe, one day
That plane you mistook for a star
Will hold the change you seek.