Everything changes
All of the time. How am I
To keep up with these swings?
To bear my heart, to breach
My center surrounding all the
Armor I've built up to stand against this?
Yet I lay my hands down.
I can see the truth, the pain.
I cannot change a thing.
I can love or I can go insane.
I can rearrange some things.
They have woven out a chord,
I might hear it or ignore it.
I might conquer this for good.
I might crumble and dissolve.
I, I, I, have too much me in mind.
Live for the living,
Love more for the trying.