I Lost My Life

Ironic things happen. I had to move from my home and friends. It was my life. So far away yet almost too close. Avoid the drama door. It’s stuffy in here. Open up a window. The wind of variety and new opportunity gusts in. I’m too depressed to accept it. Too dramatic so I neglect it. I’m almost choking for air. When I finally open the window again nothing comes in. No opportunity. Variety is lost. First impressions are on the faces of clocks, time is the enemy. No, it’s my fault. I shut out the sun. Find me… alone.