Change.
a storm,
That comes fast
Raging inside.
What you make it
the difference between

Life and death
The power of change
is like cookies
Sweet and nice
Or burnt and bad

Change is what you make it.
It is a flower
Loving, caring, and sweet.
Is the life of change

Change can be tough
and stubborn like people and
Mean, bad, and annoying
The death of change can be

The roller coaster
Change brings
The up and down
Side to side
The crazy ride
The difference it makes
Inside you and me

A sense of time
A simple watch
One that is mine

It’s not gold
Nor sliver
It’s not even old

The gift of time
Makes me glee
But it’s not mine

The time is shared
And so is my joy
Soon I will be lose what was so deeply cared

For it’s not mine to keep
I will follow this path
Until it makes me weep.

This simple watch didn’t cost
It was a gift from a friend
and it has me truly lost

The path less taken
Is the one I create
A path I shall make

They ask why take the hard road.
Why do you think I see one road?

The road taken is the one I create
The one that leads to the stars
And can go beyond

So before you ask why?
Don’t assume I see one way
Because I use imagination
And creation.

I sit lost
Someone’s flame I’ve killed
I shall pay a cost
And now I’m ill

I shall pray for death
But I’ve yet to meet it
Stuck with a broken tool in my chest
And helpless I admit

The world I admired came to a end
And now I will go
I shall never make another friend
Now I sit and watch my tears flow

I’ve brought tragedy of pain
And now it runs though my vains