Broad horizons newly found Gone away is the job That was my foundational ground. Foundations poorly built Crumble under time. Crumble under guilt. Crystal ball, crystal ball, Where in the world Am I to fall? With change there is fear. With change there is opportunity. This change I hope, Will hold me dear. Prompt: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/05/04/w3-prompt-1-weave-written-weekly/