Change is inevitable

Though it is hard work

Now the tunnel sheds no light to see

If a shadow still clings

 

But from all angles

It tugs and pushes

And everyone is trying to be cheery

So it must be turning

 

Like when this fret

Dissolves with the frost

And light creeps up limbs, picking away

At the sores of winter,

 

The will of the next best thing

Rearing and erupting,

Hoping to be the one to endure

But change is inevitable…