Why Nothing Changes

Why is my bed so warm
And the world so cold?
When my dreams are so young,
How does life get so old?

Why do we hide from the rain,
When the sun does the burning?
Is it money or love
That keeps the world turning?

I realize now
That this poem repeats
Yesterday’s theme
Only with different beats,

And maybe I’d change it,
But I don’t see the harm
When the world is so cold
And my bed is so warm.