There’s a certain chill --
One that I have habituated to.
There’s loneliness
the transition is the hardest part.
It entails waterfall tears
Losing sleep, your vitality growing weaker.
Don’t bother smiling.
Don’t bother to fight against it,
for you’ll only be upbraided in the end.
The whimsical fantasies
they used to live in your head,
in accord with your happy thoughts.
But wait, they’ve turned to black
like a raincloud of an impending storm.
Your dexterous wisdom
will not aid you here.