My Reformation Day

Days pass me by
So many, so fast
It’s hard to see them
For what they really are

I would like to live
Each day, by day
So much so
I’d never take any for granted

I look at the passing traffic
Sitting at my desk
I look at my life
Passing me by

I’d like to change--

The things that happen
It seems all the more I try
To get out of the rut
The stress never seems to loosen up

Why does life do that
To me and everyone else
Who pulls the strings beneath?
Perhaps all will tell

Maybe it will all fade
Who knows, who cares
Deceasing the unwanted
Feelings aside when needed

I’ve grown to like this
Being alone is never missed