Seasons Change

The sun
Is
Setting
A little
Later
Day by day
The temperature
Steadily rises
As I
Give the
Last will
And
Testament
To the old me
I smile
Walking
Away
From the grave
Excited about
The new life
I have
Found my purpose
I leave
Behind
Many friends
In order for
Me to grow
They must
Become past tense
I can't
Blame them
My sins
Are mine alone
It's not your fault
I just
Believe
I need to
Be more
Elevated
To the city
Of the streets
Paved with gold
Take a seat
Beside
My savor