we go through these things

[awakendreamin]

every now and then
we rid of things by trashing
as we try to sort
through the window some things go
fallen leaves rustle
spring blossom rainbow colours
newfound favourites gained
but slowly the spark burns out
we try to keep them
but unable to hold on
disintegrating
into tiny sand-like bits
feel it slip through your fingers
before you know it
a different kinda pain aches
beneath the surface
you know you've let others down
now being let down
these travel in cycles, so
stay true to yourself
what comes around goes around
just know what you do
take responsibility
live abundantly