2016

A year mean and green,

from the election disaster,

displaying money as the end

 

 

to beginning my journey towards a masters.

The year has been both bitter and sweet,

electing a bigot

and turning 18.

 

 

There were many firsts and even more lasts.

 

 

It has been 365 days of change,

no more

or less than others

however, love had plagued those days,

 

 

a love so consuming

I could not imagine turning away from its gaze.

But now,

Just as a sun must set

 

 

I am watching it go down,

Slowly but surely,

it soon will no longer be around;

oh, how beautiful to watch, but what could I expect?

 

 

In a world ever being shaped,

eroded and weathered,

That the same love would remain?

A fool only a fool

 

would believe nothing would change.

When it was me who has been shaped the most

By others around me,

and I

 

 

much like the earth’s rotation,

have caused the inevitable sunset.

However,

I have also caused the sun to rise.

 

 

The cycle is constant and eternal,

much like life’s changes.