The past becomes the present again
Another day to day of asking when
When will change become of things
Change at least of small something
You wrap your head in dreams not had
You bond with hope for change a tad
Inhaling loss you wish to find
A light of sorts to guide you blind
Your heart implores for so much more
Your sail of sorts life's winds have tore
Yet stage yourself for something good
For time is more than you withstood
Be it love, financial woes
A place of peace you wish to go
Your heart grasps straws your hands cant reach
A day of loss your soul feels least
This storm you ride all yours alone
Became what seems, to need, atone
For something that will never come
Some crime of sorts, something you've done
Your friends tired of mindset yours
You thought would care but like all tours
It came to end and now its time
To prep yourself, to soon unwind
The spring in you just like your watch
Will loosen soon and life as such
Will change, hold fast, do not let go
Whispered to heart someone told no
Heart be still and know this well
In life there things known as dry spells
But one day soon you'll raise your glass
To toast now first, that's you once last
