But ultimately, your seasons began to change.
Your invisible glove pushed me ahead to a new landscape of self discovery.
Only to be trumped by the occasional view of self abandonment.
But still, I trampled through your high grass until the flowers began to bloom.
And my daydreams progressed from escape to aspiration.
The spring wind kissed my face upon welcome just as the cold winter had failed me.
No more shoveling our deceptions into an unknown container framed by a calendar of time that doesn't really exist.

 And I pierced your negative determination and rolled up my sleeves for a warm summer.
I settled in to what I've known for so long and I opened up to the change.
In return, I found all that makes me happy today.
Swapping motion for mindful stillness of the moment – I reached a sense of gratefulness.
It stays with me and keeps me moving forward.

( Even when your seasons change again )
You invented persistence; you and your magnetic abyss.
You took my hand and led me through autumn.
As it twisted and turned, dived low and jumped high, keeping me on my toes.

All the while, I never let go.

Until the day I discovered the world you sculpt is made from nothing more than toy blocks.

Time to vacate the excessive timewaste known as you.

Sometimes clarity brings the most obvious to light, but only upon exit.