Seasons of change are difficult.

I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’m headed.

I’m a passenger on a subway train with an unknown destination.

I am excited,

Yet hesitant.

Because there are ghosts on the subway.

Ghosts that look like previous, sick versions of myself.

And they say,

“Stop.”

“Get off the train.”

“You’re never gonna make it, kid.

Seasons of change are wearying.

I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’m headed.

I’m navigating uncharted waters in an unreliable vessel.

It’s freeing,

Yet I still feel bonds of the past.

Because there are ghosts on board this boat,

Ghosts that look like me.

And they say,

“Stop.”

“Abandon ship.”

“You’re never gonna make it, kid.”

Seasons of change are inspiring.

I have no clue where I am, no idea where I’ll end up.

I am walking with the winds of change.

It’s uplifting and invigorating.

There are ghosts walking alongside.

Ghosts that look like me.

And they say,

“Keep going.”

“Don’t give up.”

“Go on and make us proud, kid”