The wind moves across my cheek,

A new wave of blistering warmth,

The start and end of what life brings,

The stirrings of where it all ends,

A life lived in tunnel bowels,

A hand out to work on this place,

The beauty of life I don't see today,

The sense of overwhelm that burdens my soul,

I stand and look all the way around,

It is empty and dready,

A lone tree in the midst of the desert,

I stand tall awaiting your presence,

Morning routines are sticky habits,

The same old road,

To walk through life with a fearful mind,

That doesn't want to explore new things,

As seasons change it gets so easy,

To take on more things that promise change,