I wish there was more to me
Than my body
Which does nothing more
Than consume the values
all physical, emotional, and soulful alike
I will soon make this change

I wish there was more to me
Than my failures
That are so overly abundant
Than my virtues
which have been swept under the rug by only myself
I will soon make this change

I wish there was more to me
Than my childish ambition
That have overwhelmed me more
Than I could ever foresee
So that I will never see clearly again
I will soon make this change

I wish there was more to me
Than my nonexistent future
That my mind keeps insisting I daydream about
Even more than the comfort of fiction
Which has given me asylum for so long
I will soon make this change

I wish there was more to me
Than claims of intent
which manifest in the forms of wishes and changes
Even though I spend my time with unhealthy coping
I still think about the desirable change
I still need to make