CHANGES

​I used to be the neon spark, The life of every crowd. I’d chase the music through the dark, And laugh a little loud. ​The "yes" came easy to my lips, The party never ended. Between the jokes and social trips, My time was always expended. ​But now the volume’s turned down low, I’ve closed the heavy door. I’ve found a pace that’s soft and slow, And I don't need the roar. ​I’ve traded noise for tea and light, The "missing out" for rest. In the stillness of the night, I like this version best.