Some people say change comes from within
that if you want to change, you will.
Some people say that change
comes with the rain.
That we don't have a choice in the matter,
that mother nature decides when, where, and how
we wash away who we were
and replace it with an entirely new
picture.
I feel as though I'm at the whim of
something I don't even understand.
That nothing is ever the same for
two mornings.
my days are like snowflakes,
completely unique of each other,
yet my evenings are always the same.
I'm never who I was,
and I'm always becoming.
Waiting for that moment where I find
"The Real Me(TM)"
The rain is coming,
and there's no where to run,
so again my little chalk outline is washed away,
to be replaced again with
a new picture.