What has time wrought

From the days that I have sought

My dreams and hopes change

When the winds blow, my thoughts rearrange

Must I step in so many directions?

Pieces of the puzzle unable to fit their sections

So time grows so much older

Middle-age crisis while the heart grows younger

Are my days a novel or stories short?

Strung together by movement, intentions athwart

As my eyes dip, too tired to sleep

I pray over and over the Lord my soul to keep

So twilight is ushered in by the fallen day

The curtain closes on the many parts I play