My life is a road today,
twisting, turning, rising, falling, splitting, and cascading.
My moods are a river tomorrow,
slipping around the rocks, growing faster, and crashing into what lies below.
My energy will become a photograph in a week,
stared at, admired, examined, envied, and glared at.
My stress level will become a burden on my shoulders,
pulling me down, making me tired, and pissing me off.
My patience will become a thread this next two weeks,
getting thinner, always tight, never loose, and eventually cut.
I am always changing
Never the same