The Process
My mind is angry, filled with many an ideal
Constantly clouded by what I think is real
Choices, choices, so many I have to choose
Which one do I pick, which one won’t lose
A perspective on this, a discussion on that, I fight
The urge to scream out, tell me what is right
Everyone has an opinion on this and that I rage
Leave me alone, I don’t need your help at my age
Not giving in, not letting up, I keep going
Keenly aware of the cost and that I’ll be owing
I struggle and protest against the change
As it pulls and drags me from my comfort range
I scream and curse as the changes manifest
The more I change the more I protest
Until one day, someone noticed something new
They said that there was something different about you
From there my fight against change ended
Knowing that part of my soul had been mended
Copyright © Christian Collins | Year Posted 2007
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