Ever changing, inconsistent,
Gone with the wind,
Up and down with the tides,
broken like glass, and
growing like a tree -
Salutations and departures
All in one held breath,
Blurted boisterously,
Whispered humbly,
Rotating schedules of day and night,
Schizophrenia and bipolarity,
Meeting on the line of sanity,
And flipping the calendar page
To December.
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