Tick-tock of the clock
Time is running out
It feels like everything is moving quickly
I don't know what this is about.
I've lost control
Though really I never had it
Just an illusion I created
Another bad habit.
I fear getting older
I feel I'm not young enough
I want to grow up, I want to get out
Break free, a diamond in the rough.
Shine me up, sparkly
Rub down all my edges; smooth so smooth
Round off all my corners
Encourage me to move, move, move.
Push me! Shove me!
Get me going
Touch me the right way
Get the juices flowing.
Excite me, entice me!
Then burn me out
Let the wax run hot
Down, down, all about.
Change.
I hate it. I hate it.
I love it. I love it.
A love-hate relationship.
The lack of control
When change happens
Is terrifying
And nerve-wracking
But I accept everything as is
I've learned to let things go
Even though I burn hot, so hot
I let my wax flow.
Free, so free
I'd love to be
Trapped, very trapped
But now I see.
There's a *** of gold at the end of every rainbow
Though it's never found
It's a hope to grasp onto
A reason to keep your head above the water so as to not drown.
And eventually, metaphorically
I will find that *** of gold
My wax will run to the end of the wick
And everything I have will be old.
And with the old I will know
More than I've ever known
But until that I day, I must say
I have a lot, so far, that's grown.
So let the wax burn
Let the change exist
I will allow the loss of control
And the passing of time will persist.
Acceptance.
It's so hard, but so nice.