I fear that if I don’t go to bed before midnight, I might become a pumpkin
I worry only about change I cannot change
Anxious for nothing, I ponder the reasons I fall to deep emotion
Balance is sometimes hard to attain
The cliff of same before me, something sacred this way comes
Freedom from the ashes of the past
Beginning again each day the death of me in pursuit of the life I seek to live
Wrap me up sweet comforter; I need your arms tonight.