spring forward, fall back!

it isn't time
for me to be
that which you think I should
be
that time came long
ago
and I chuckled and
tossed daffodils its way,
daring it to make me be
that which you think
I should
be.


spring came and went
and came
again
despite winter's frown.
power is deceitful
in its constant waxing
and constant waning.
authority is relative,
for there
is always
autumn's middle ground.