The Cycle of Wind

It's funny how life changes
Some nights I fall asleep to my own daydreams of
Who I am
But more
Who I used to be

It's funny how others change
Some days I wake up to the realization that
Everyone I knew is different
But more
The part of them they let me know

It's funny how
Reflecting on it now
That maybe
Possibly
Everything else isn't changing
Maybe I am

It's like the cycle of wind
Every day it touches a new leaf
And every breeze I feel blowing through my long brown hair
Is never the same as the last
And every me I discover
Will never be the same as the last

And I think that's how it's supposed to be

I think that's okay