Changing

Like the sunrise through a window,
arrives consonance of my qualms.
As sure as death and taxes,
or the dirt on a working man's palms.

Up from beyond the horizon,
a revelation will soon pass.
With the next train to the station,
Will be my souls reflection in the glass.

The sun of morn' burns brighter,
while I wallow in the truth.
Facing changes I must make,
while I wouls rather be aloof.

When the sun strikes as an arrow,
I know the time is here.
No darkness left to hide in,
but I am paralyzed by fear.

My world is soothed at supper,
by the ebbing of the sun.
I feel relief within my grasp,
as the day will soon be done.

And with the mitigatin night,
in bed I'm kept awake.
By battle that I've left to fight,
and steps I've left to take.

For the sun will surely rise again,
and my consciousness will grow.
of the problems that I've left to face,
and the self I've yet to know.