surrender

it slips by so quickly,
each season.
how days turn into months
feels incredibly
crazy.
it's the scene in the movie
where they show
the passing of time
by calendar pages
being wind blown,
turned or torn off
the pad
in black and white.
have we changed.
have we become who we
want to be,
grown in a good direction
with another year,
or have we surrendered
with our hands in the air,
and said, well.
I think this is it,
this is who I am.