I’ll do the thing…
For so long resistance
But ill do it now, with no hesitating
What’s changed?
Once lush in joy's abundance
The time has come, I’ve succumbed
Remember the blue, the warmth, the sea…
Remember the feel… remember to feel
Remember so many things
But, the time has come wistfully
It's not age, a browbeaten cultural thing, or some other of today's absurdities
Maybe Its entropy
but what’s changed is that it's trash day and it needs to be empty.
So, I'll do the thing