My, How Things Have Changed

Breathing has become less of a process.

Needing has evolved into progress.

Dreaming is now an event I witness awake.

Bleeding is occasional, due to the care that I take.

Eating is a necessary step to ensure

that I maximize the time I have here on earth.

More time on this rock means more time with you.

Life’s a collage for me and you are the glue.

Masks are a thing I can hang in a room.

Love is a seed that I planted; now in bloom.

The voices in my head are waiting for their turn

to tell you all the ways you make them each adjourn.