getting use to the questions

Can one really get use to life when it constantly changes every time the wind blows?
Leaving so many to accept subject of the change as the heart folds.
Is the purpose to learn every time one turns around as if they haven't learned enough?
When's it time to teach an other that needs the guidence of being tough?
How close is to close before a blur of a memory is all that's left of happiness?
Forcing life to walk away with legs that want to stay stationary with feet planted in the soil of realness.
Is freedom something that's somewhere along the lines of worries being irrelevant to emotions speaking out?
Finding self once again trying to maintain as if reallity spoke of changes ripped loose from the mouth.
Where is the comfort suppose to live if tomorrow is never promissed?
Lingering with those that surround wonderimg the same thing of who's being honest?
When is it time to get use to the way its always going to be?
When today goes to sleep under a different night as we dream.

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