The passage of time,
The passage of worries,
The passage of sadness,
The passage of happiness,
The passage of love.
Nothing is permanent,
desires change, hopes change, I change,
some changes come with a hope of permanence,
this new me will stick around, hopefully,
other changes come with the hope of immediate change,
finding myself in lows of life,
hoping like the flip of a coin it can turn around,
thinking if I will even remember what I hold dear now.
The days go by and it’s the next year,
older I get the more desperate it seems,
desperate to become someone,
this never used to be a concern of mine but is now,
even this desperation will pass, when
I either succeed (even that will pass),
or when I fail (even that will pass),
either way, something new will take over for the time and that too shall pass.
Just like the good times with hearty laughs,
just like the bad times with teary eyes,
the passage is permanent,
I am not,
So, smile some, try some, love some, cry some, fail some,
and in the end, I know I’ll be alright,
for the next passage awaits.