The things you seem tethered to... that connection will be lost
In the best way, itll be natural in the way it was always meant to be
Seasons will tangle and untangle into eachother like the loves that come and go in peace
Youll stop hitting that unforgiving brick wall
Cause you will no longer turn your back to change
Youll run to it, understand it accommodate it, let it do what it must do to you-  
root you further into yourself
See, you'd been seeing it all wrong, its not a colonialist, striping you, leaving you bare.    
Stand in the rain, and say amen, its beautiful its happening. so it is.
Post rain, when all the creatures sniff the air, Youll smell love coming in, go slow, stick your hand outside that window and let the sun make love to your skin, call it what it is this time. And perhaps they are the sun.  Drawing you out of the shadows, reminding you that its never too late to live the lives you always wanted to,   you can go back and forth and you will remain constant. Anchored.
Post-rain, with you the grass is greener, you are enough for everything that surrounds you, and You take no credit.
Its like. Its like. Its like
I wrote you to life