As I sit
Over thinking it all
I wonder
How did I lose the ball?
How did I ever
Get so far away
From the person I was
I must say
The person I am
Is only a shell of me—
How did I allow this?
How could it be?
I used to be
Crazy and wild
Now my boring self
Is less than mild
Everything happens
For a reason, they say
Is this midlife crisis
I’m realizing today?
It happened
As a complete surprise
I didn’t see it coming
What a disguise
Color is more brilliant
Just like the cliché
Perspective changed
With little dismay
My bubble has burst
In a way that is good though
I’m not living life as I should
Where will this go?
