Circa 2020

It’s not what has happened that created change.
Choices could rush in to argue.
Every year seems the same when you sink into others.
Time to become a self taught critic.
Not so bad sure we’ve learned what not to ever do again.
Not even personal.
What would be said if things didn’t turn into how good they are now?
Life moves fast into the years.
Always standing grateful with no thoughts of the past that’s known to dwell.
That rain type of feeling when the storm dries to plant a beautiful season.