My Turn

My turn is when I change; it comes and goes
Like changing from my bike to run, or worse
From bike to nearly dead; nobody knows
The loss of that transition was a curse!
But now I’ve turned; I’m on a different road
My journey still proceeds from place to place
It didn’t stop my progress, merely slowed
My journey for a moment, but my pace
Is mine; I’ll pick it up and finish strong
My journey is my life; it’s full of turns
They bring me to the places I belong
My heart will find the place for which it yearns
My turn is more than just a simple change
I love the way it makes me rearrange.