A promise that wonders

There is something in the air that I can smell
Nearly definite, what is it? I can't tell

What used to bother me is now just fine
And that is the kind of sign

It is the brightness and darkness of each day
Looking near and can't be delayed

It's a promise I am living in
It makes me fine caving in

It could strike me right into the blues
It could rock me right off of my shoes

Bygone shadows into blazing glory
Fading clouds into brightening story

To kiss good bye the haunting sound
Disapearing when it comes around

Time was slowing me down
Being my opponent everytime

Sometimes frozen like a river
Many little things just made the pain bigger

So, what is it? and what comes next?
Is it good, better or the best?

Have I known it will it still?
Is it wheeling or only ending a beginning?
It will kill me if I see it repeating

Saturated by patience in my blood
Is it time to change or time to flood

And it only makes me wonder!