On the Turn

To whom it may concern,

these days I’m feeling kinda strange,

my life is on the turn,

somehow the taste of it has changed.

 

What used to be in bloom,

is now beginning to recede,

encumbered and consumed,

by creeping bramble bush and weed.

 

Sweet fancies I once had,

about the way my life might be,

have one-by-one gone bad,

and decomposed in front of me.

 

When fresh gives way to sour,

when all your dreams are laid to waste,

what seemed so sweet an hour

ago, now leaves a bitter taste.

 

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