Written by: Brenda Victoria Northeast

Who dictates my life?
What I want to do 
I do not
What I would like to do
Is dictated by changes
Like wind blowing across the grass
Moving and changing to the decree of 
The winds of change
Or like a mirrored lake reflecting who I am
Then suddenly the wind blows and ripples change
My reflection
What is-is not what will always be
Any interruption on this lake
Will create another dimension of change
And I like many are moved along by it
A glass sea is time-waiting to be changed

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012