Winding
courses our lives lead.
Sometimes
so confusing.
No
sense.
Come,
go, leave, left.
Gone.
Time
moves on.
Always
moving;
swiftly,
slowly,
it
doesn’t matter.
Nothing
lasts forever.
You
hear it said again
and
again
and
again.
The
river continues to flow. Ever changing.
Change.
Life is change. Getting better
or not.
But changing,
all the
same.
Not
same like that. Different,
everything’s
different.
Special.
Unique.
Changing.
But I
don’t want change.
“If
it’s not broke, don’t fix it.”
My way
works, it’s fine…
or it
was.
Why
does it- did it have to change?
Weren’t
we happy?
I
thought we were,
but I
guess
I was
wrong.
Winding
courses our lives lead.
Sometimes
so confusing.
No
sense.
Come,
go, leave, left.
Gone.
Inspired
by: “On the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love” with input
from: “Magellan Street, 1974”, “Animals” and “Changed Man”