Intense shivers work their way up my spine.
The clouds start to banish away the sunshine.
I stare into space as I’m overcome with dread,
Can I withstand the maelstrom ahead?
The winds of change are coming,
They’re stealthy, viscous, and terribly cunning.
I’m wearing a breaker and might be prepared…
Nevermind, I’m incredibly scared.
What if I come out a changed man?
What if the damage outlasts my dwindling lifespan?
The winds of change tear everything apart.
No more leisurely rides in shopping carts.
Say goodbye to the days of chalk on sidewalks.
No more fearing the jump off the boat dock.
Give me plastic lightsabers instead of a degree.
Instead of haughty jokes, give me pure childish glee.
The winds of change are not stopping soon.
I can stand some challenges, but no one’s immune.
I whimper slowly at the overwhelming misery.
The world’s so cold I can’t stop the shivering.
Will I meet new people, hear new things?
Will I be hung up to dry, have unwanted attached strings?
The icy winds of change make you numb for a time.
You are stuck in an imaginary box just like a mime,
But you’re not insane or a bloodthirsty psychopath.
Just wait out the storm and live through the aftermath.
There is hope at the eye of the storm, but don’t live for those moments.
Live in the storm and break through the walls that are frozen.
Don’t feel like the winds of change are staying forever.
There are only so many new paths and endeavors.
They will get tired of making your life crazy and leave.
They will get bored with everything new and cease.
Be ready to take on the storm, but do not be afraid.
Change is good for you in the end, you’ll be glad you stayed.