Extraordinarily Ordinary

something has changed, But nothing has changed, I feel different, But I feel the same. Things seem different, But they don't, I sense something extraordinary, But I look around and everything is ordinary. Is it me who's changed? I don't know I look the same, Something tells me I don't, may e if I look again, Really look I might see change, If I look deep down in side, Oh There it is, me trying to hide, I grab on and tug, and tug at me abit more. But I won't budge, I won't move, I'm staying put, afraid to come out, afraid of what's outside. It's bad enough battling the war going on in here, but it's the u predictable out there that I fear. It's the not knowing from one day to the next, what will I be dealt with what's coming I can only guess. I hear this and I hear that, But i don't know what to believe? What's true? What will the future bring for my kids, when I havnt even got a clue? I do know the one thing I know is true, That life's to delicate to be just ordinary it's up to me to work out what is real and somehow, I have to make it extraordinary