Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Change

Drifting in the squalor of mediocrity
my nose catches a new scent
riddling through a haze of contentment.
It comes from somewhere new-
and familiar at the same time.

I don't know where it comes from,
but I like it-
and both fear and hope
that it leads me on.

Change is in the air.

2 comments:

T-Jay said...

Sweet smellin change. The only constant in life...

T-Jay said...

Sweet smellin change. The only constant in life...