I have a feeling settling on me, a changing wind.
I’m far from traditional, I’ve tended to shy from them.
But this feeling is wrecking back and forth in my stomach, churning up a new storm.
I can’t see yet where it’s coming from, I’m not sure yet if I should run.
Perhaps that’s the one tradition I can say I’ll keep …
Or maybe I’ll break this one for once and all.