Uncertain

The world is changing

a condition that’s never changed

though I feel it distinctly

this new place

where the old hopes no longer apply

people, places, things, shifting

morphing toward a tomorrow

not visible

but these are only sensations

those deceitful feelings

distracting from the moment

trapping us between melancholy

and a deeper happiness

taunting us with a life lived

when there is much life yet to live

the thoughtful cast upon those rocks

even as the ship is sailing

toward the horizon

it is a necessary path

the ebb and flow of comfort

among the world known and unknown

too much contemplation

fosters loose footing,

an imbalance

when grounding is what we seek

it is there, in and on those jagged edges

you know the way, instinctively

innocently doubting

even as you cast about for certainty

the old hopes are moving on

giving way to new possibility

regardless of your readiness

this is happening

your grip will not hold

and the way before you

is the only answer

these ruminations but shadows

of that part of you that has already moved on

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