Next year this time nothing's the same

I realized it yesterday:
Everything's going to change.

First I was scared
paralyzed

Today
I believe in it

I know I can make it
Somewhere
Somehow
But I will

Paris, London, New York, Stockholm, Auckland
No idea where I'll find myself

Different house
different shoes
different face
different ideas
different words
same heart travelling through a mess called "the life"

I won't be in your arms
Nor her, his, her or her or her
Not likely

I won't fight the change
yet I still keep holding onto some silly things
that my heart desire beyond words
Beyond words

It's a wonder
It's a calmness still unknown

Luckily pirouettes are the same
no matter where my pas de bourrés take me