Cycle

Hidden in my cupboard is the skeleton of my past. He's not invited, he never was. He's Isolated and avoided, best to be forgotten It's safer for all. Now I'm a clone, well rounded and presentable Someone to take home. Blood and bones , no more blood and bones Though he's not gone Just sleeping, waiting Waiting for a chance to return Though we don't miss you No desire to meet you Good riddance, goodbye Don't unlock the door In control now, I'm at the wheel, safe and secure it's a dream Beautiful views around every bend serenity never to end I struggle with the changes still, like an alien it's surreal Comfort in discomfort, so strange but real not sure I deserve this I'm a mouse upon a wheel