The clouds are not impressive
in the early morning light
though they have been that way often
as the earth lets go of night.
The trees seem less compelling
as I walk along today —
I wonder if I’ve lost my wonder
as I walk along the way.
It is true, the birds are singing
as they have sung before
but I seem to have a tendency
to listen but ignore.
But it’s not the world that’s changing
for it’s about the same.
It’s I who’ve done the changing.
There is nothing else to blame.
So I had better re-invent
the thing I’ve lost somehow.
Tomorrow I will take another path
my inner self I’ll plough.