The season is changing;
I liked, the long daylight
I loved, the warm sun and the display of natures best
I liked, cool rivers in the heat of the day
I loved, the busy day and the seemingly short nights.
My confidence & happiness was at there best
When my successes were much easier
The season is changing;
I dislike, that my youth is dulling
I hate, the weight that camouflages my inner self
The season is changing;
My confidence & happiness steadily diminish.
There must be a purpose to push on.
I am being phased out.
Just a withering leaf about to be plucked.
Regrettably, the season has changed.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 12:38 AM UTC
The season is changing;
I liked, the long daylight
I loved, the warm sun and the display of natures best
I liked, cool rivers in the heat of the day
I loved, the busy day and the seemingly short nights.
My confidence & happiness was at there best
When my successes were much easier
The season is changing;
I dislike, that my youth is dulling
I hate, the weight that camouflages my inner self
The season is changing;
My confidence & happiness steadily diminish.
There must be a purpose to push on.
I am being phased out.
Just a withering leaf about to be plucked.
Regrettably, the season has changed.
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