Steady my breath for what\'s coming next.
Taking my time - retraining my mind.
Saw all the signs. Seven wagers taking what\'s left.
No idea what could be coming
Expectations fall flat being forced to react.
Tumultuous turntables in the running.
Every year it gets more clear.
Whispered reminders navigating these fears.
Feelings get lost when everything has its cost.
Shrivled and reduced down to tears.
~I.S.~