i can feel it coming
like the wake of dream
waking up isn't pleasant
not when the fantasy was sweet
i'm being pushed, so i'm walking
and on the other side is change
out there, the destiny's rising
a difference showing it's face
not a welcome prospect
not when you like the present
but the shadows are so many
sweeping me up in a strong current
gone is the familiar feel
in the blink of an eye
replaced with something real, brutal
something that's hard to defy
something that's inevitable
~Author's Note~
Are you opposed to change?
Are you comfortable with it?
YOU ARE READING
Wayward Thoughts
PoetryWell wielded words work wonders. ~ Wayward thoughts expressed through lines that rhyme ~ "..We fall in and out of love, Run in and out of time. We are Survivors, With nagging scars And half empty jars. We are Survivors. "
