August 8, 2013

i feel the change a comin'
it rolls through like a train
blowing it's black smoke across the horizon
shadowing the future in cloudy mystery
shaking the ground with it's roaring wheels
making standing unsteady, uncertain
polluting the perfect silence with blazing horns

it's cargo is precious, as a new life
options, adventures, potentials, and achievements
are buried in the smoke
awaiting the mist to release

the change lives beneath the fork in the road
and the fork lives deep in the soul

green, happy, new, and renewed
full potential reached, self-awakening possible
black, stale, old, stuck
loyalty on the line
tradition dangling in the balance

the fork widens with each passing lurch forward
each rotation of those rusted metal wheels creates a more infinite gap between
then and now
each billow of smoke signifies the need for action
the need for decision