I keep feeling like
I'll find a book
with prompts
and pages that will
change my life
but every time it's blank
I see myself inside

This year I asked
the heavens or
whatever you believe
for a year to
answer questions
a year to give me
insight and make me
a "deeper" me

This year I was ill
and then she died
and then I had to leave
the countryside
I had planned to live in
for so long

And when I came back
to my little town
an old friend came to me:

"You have changed. You seem so wise."

The universe answered my hope
with demise.