Yolo, change and move on

I've lost more in the last couple of years and now I realise loss isn't the ultimate goal, it's just variation. when we change our lives meaning changes with us, it's the fun part of who we are and with it we become brisk. Our lives meaning is not thaumaturgical it's something we find, I found it once and I can find it again. Perhaps it's waiting in the path I haven't figured yet, I won't find it if I keep holding on the route I lost. I paved out ways for a melancholic heart to get shattered, I gave gave every person power over my path In the new chapter of my life I will rearrange my philosophies, perhaps change is scary but it is the way of the world witty drivers fish out ways while on hold up, once I get a chance I'll say "good bye to the old me"