25 to life

as I contemplate change
myself I question
tear apart
awarkwardly rearrange
for what?

I am I
the trade winds blew
so why even try
as I hold my head to the sky

to say I can't love
a morbid lie
for my heart is yours
till the day I die

a saddening fact
for you are so far
we don't speak
only every other day

but not through our eyes
easier that way

not one for games
nor foolish ways
think it's time to leave
though my heart will stay

and winds of change...be blowin my way