I led myself to believe for a second
that I could change from my past.
I could learn to love again.
Change is a bit harder than it is made out to be
a little bumpy, a little coarse,
and certainly painful.
Finding remorse in what we could have had
when she left me behind.
and while thinking about that
I stopped to wonder for a second:
will I ever be knowledgeable of who I am,
or is life merely a game of hide and seek?
I don't really care anymore,
I'm content to go with the wiles of the world
and be free,
to roll in the blowing wind-
and to let it change me.
