The Fate of Change

a poem about changing; a poem about being bipolar and how it effects the outlook of change

Somehow I ignored the cold creeping in

Now, Autumn breezes colder, we're much older, and what's left of us?

Leaves on the tree, I change and die reborn to  do the same over and over

But what if I'm tired of the mundane fate that lay before me

Shifting paradigms, seasons must change and so do I

As my fingertips burn from the cold I am reminded that fire would burn me too

And that change is good