Upheaval

Just when my eyes were about to rest
And the ends of my imagination are no longer being put to test
And the sweet hues of the sky start to look familiar-

They decide to change the weather
So I make peace with the lord of time
Shed my tropical disguise for cold leather
And find solace in a foreign tongue
And just when I am settling in-

They decide to change the weather
Once again, I rewire my inner dialogue
And condition myself with a bilingual monologue
And just when I'm enjoying monsoon in the sun-

They decide to change the weather
A wise man told me to submit when you can't accept,
So I'm going to hang my wet hat on another door,
And without regret,
I'm going to pack up my life at a moment's
notice.....And begin elsewhere.

Even if they change the weather.