Change, Erosion

Winds of change are picking up speed
Separating the difference between want and need
Eroding away what's right and wrong
Keeping only that which righfully does belong
Each new season, a cycle of change
Shaping something both new, familiar, strange
It's always different, there is no plan
Until, there's nothing left but a shell of a man


(Like many of my poems, not very good. But not bad for a 5 minute write. At least, not bad for me.)