yin yang

Rushing through

Today

As if tomorrow things may

Be better in some way

So complain

When skies are gray

And it begins to rain

But when sun shines

Each day

You say

Everyday looks the same

In these words

There’s pain

From chasing away the rain

And wishing things would change

But when they do

You wish it was the way

It used to be

Back in the good ol’ days

No yin without yang.