I want to change.
You want me to change.
There’s a security in the old me.
I try to change.
You try to change me.
There’s a predictability in the old me.
I’ve changed a little – a little.
You’ve changed me – a little.
There’s a scariness in the new me.
I will change.
You will not accept.
There’s an uncertainty in change.
I have changed.
You have changed.
We don’t know what to do about it.
Perhaps what was worse is better.
I want someone new in me.
Do you?
© Lewis Bosworth, 2013
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
I want to change.
You want me to change.
There’s a security in the old me.
I try to change.
You try to change me.
There’s a predictability in the old me.
I’ve changed a little – a little.
You’ve changed me – a little.
There’s a scariness in the new me.
I will change.
You will not accept.
There’s an uncertainty in change.
I have changed.
You have changed.
We don’t know what to do about it.
Perhaps what was worse is better.
I want someone new in me.
Do you?
© Lewis Bosworth, 2013
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