Changes become the norm as you adapt to wether the storm. The gloom of each morning brings the rays of the evening spent in dedication. Spoken as if it were the present, it was a present opened prematurely and forget about. We dream of reconstruction only to find that its a different time. I time for maturity and responsibilities for a few, lost hours I held close to my muse. Not a person place or thing can ever change my passion for you. Premonition of stuffing that talent and passion and pride and joy into a safe. Under lock and key kept safe. Taken aback. A back set to responsibilities and new memories. What about my Love For you? Tucked away never to open again. Never let them ruin you. Be you and hold you dreams close.