Change...

I think of it as needed
I know it will be there
Just waiting unabated
An annoying strand of hair.

It never seems to leave
and it never seems to stay
But waits around the corner
for my life to come its way.

It jumps out unexpected
but always known it is.

Eventually it goes away
leaving you in patterns
but then it comes and shows its face
creating a life that's tattered.

You sew and mend the strands that fall
you do all that you can
to put yourself on track again
and create anew: a plan.