All the world is changing

All the world is changing
Yet here I remain
Standing still

All former acquaintances
Scurrying
Yet here I stand idle and worrying

Darkness surrounds me
All shadows in light
I yearn for the night

Joys slow
And come
More quickly they
Go

What fair for dreams
So on they
Are slipping away

Slipping away
While doubts
Come to play

Stealing the warmth
That once came
In the day

Wintersome sprung
And chilled in its way
Come scattered and battered
And blown thee away

What may come
Of this humdrum affair
A day a year
For what should I care

But here to glance
In romance
Through a dusty old
Looking glass

For all that these trials
And toils have taught
Is ere there a moment
Or season of bliss

A moment in time of this
Shall I miss

Twas ere there a time
All the world did seem mine

Yet there goes my heart
For no skill do I art

For know I the part
And well do I

Yet lack I the skill
To testify

All seems distant
And dreary of late

Canst find the reason
The reason to state

So sit I here
Without a blink
Just a stare

And look out into nowhere
Nowhere at all

-Joshua Lee Foist