They say I’m under the weather
So, it must be the wind pressing against each breath
Challenging my aptitude, and shortening my moments
Whether or not I forecast a change

Change is above the weather
Its aura commands the patterns of life
Blowing an old canvas anew everyday
Why should it hide from me?

Its promising jade twilight mocks me underneath the veil
Dwindling, the darkness approaches me in its absence
Howling winds begin to whisper past mistakes
Their deceit claw to the bone

Shredding and shredding to what could have been
Dreams are simply blown away for another time
Mother Nature’s vengeance is quite draining
If only the bags under my eyes told the whole story

Sameness somehow becomes a blessing
Its blanket of clouds is my only solitude for rest
Change is only a dream beyond my blanket
I will let it call and stay under the weather