Simple necessities I thought were needed. Gone with a chime, and a tithe to new season. Changes are made and comforts released. Habits of old now seem displeased.
I awake with a start to each new day. But by the end, my energy fades to gray. Once put together, life lived at ease. Broken I feel, life’s whole now in pieces.
Gone is the usual that used to be me. Awakened a new dawn, a could-possibly be. New opportunities await at each corner. This uncomfortableness also soon to be over.
Everything fades, this much is true. To each there is a season, no sky forever blue. From comfort to discomfort to comfort again. Change is a constant, a never-ending mend.