Changing Whether

The instant, constant sense of life. Might be peace, might be strife. And in a blink the whether changes. Depending on just what estranges. One day along come's someone new. Who make's you hope their heart is true. And whether they feel the same way. Will either ruin or make your day. Our journey's have an ebb and flow. It's hard to tell how things will go. It all depends upon the whether. Whether or not you get together. The best that we can do sometimes. Is just sit down and write some rhymes. To just put down a thought or two. To send a note from me to you. For changing winds will surely blow. And hanging on is all we know. The storm within must now subside. As we can only run and hide. So whether you're ever together. With that desire you wish to tether. Depends on if and depends on whether. The fates allow this change in whether.