Everyone and everything
changes except for me.
I stay the same Even when I change the view I
have of life from something true,
worth some great acclaim to something I'd like to
set aflame to a thing that exists to teach us pain
then wash away down
some final drain - strange enough -
I stay the same. I've dragged through
awkward teen ages chasing a promise I
made to myself that while life may seem gray
it will get better
and for some time i stopped to smell all the colors and
taste like I'm free only to grow up too fast
and entirely bypass the things this life
may have offered me
if i found
a better way
to ask.
Following a rush of blurred colors and thoughts I am
a concentrated clot of what some
would call life and I am still no better
than when I was a toddler
and all my problems could be solved by
chocolate milk and
warm summer weather.