Cycles

Everything has a cycle. Life, the earth, sun, moon, sky. All of it.
Simplicity in a sin wave.
If it wasn’t for the fat squirrel on my calendar I’d say I was at the bottom of a cycle now.
The house I get to keep, if only my mind and heart would stay as well.
As always, I’m not really sure whats going on, nor where I am headed.
I built an arcade in my basement, that I now do not want. Another way for me to waste this precious time. It’s beginning to run out.
It’s beginning to run out.