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.