When you may well say
that I have surely changed;
I will ask of you, my dear,
just how I could ever
have stayed just the same:
Stepping into the same river twice,
has not the river, itself,
changed in composition?
So shall Life unfold;
it is not to be foretold.
If I had not changed,
I would fret for my Mind;
such tedium, would it find,
were not such grand change
so haphazardly designed.
Though I may well have changed,
I have, similarly, stayed the same;
and, while I may wish to think
that such conscious alteration
is synonymous with augmentation,
here I sit, knowing all too well,
that such could very well
be not the case.
Only Time will tell.
Only Time will tell
which my Path shall be,
though have I nary a doubt
nor reason to disbelieve
I tread the very Path
I do most need.
And so, my Friend,
I hope to see you at the end.
See you in the Light.
Or, maybe not.
Only Time will tell.
Thank you for your Time.