Winds of change

The winds of change blew me off my feet, heck, it blew away my head.
Couldn't say I didn't see it coming, just didn't see it coming so hard.
Now I'm left picking up dead ends and making them meet.
And it's not pretty. And I dislike it.
And I wanted to say how much I hated it, but I don't even know where to begin.
It was convenient. I knew.
I expected as much.
Yet, it still hurts when the winds of change slapped me.
Indeed, nothing is permanent.
Moments are fleeting.
Feelings could get old.
People give up easily.
And Time, Time never lies.