Ready

Something new is starting up
A pen jots down notes
Life points, tacky messages
Something to look back on
But now it's time to look foward.

There is not time to be ready,
Just time to know that it's coming.
Imagination won't make time slow down
It's realized that it was bound to happen.
Life continues. Life goes on. Life has been ready.

A table sits alone
No chairs, no light
A clutter of objects relate back to memories
Stacking up
Ready to be put away for much later.
A new book is anxious to be filled
With the future details of this unexpecting soul.

Breathing normally,constantly forgetting time
It's rushing in faster and faster
To a rythme only God has played from His wonderous mind.
Now that everything is being washed away
I'll have back something new
From the old me.
I won't be ready,but I'll follow through.