Seasons Of Change
Yesterday I was in the spring of my life.
Today it feels like winter.
I had what I wanted at my fingertips.
But I had to let it go.
Volumes of change within myself and adventures of the heart prevent me from giving up to the summer-like days I spent with you.
This exploration of self and life and need, it draws me away from the serenenity of home.
I imagine sitting in the twilight watching the autumn leaves drift on the breeze...
And the twinkling of stars overhead on a humid night...
But I must first master the labryinth inside.
---Twisted Poet
