1.)The changes within...
I’m cold...
My legs drawn up to my chest,
Still I feel the chill against my breast.
The chill is not from the world,
But rather from the inner fold
Of my off beat inner sanctum.
When suddenly I feel lifted and I’m hurled,
My inhibitions scream No! But I don’t have time for its tantrum!
I’m moving forward,
But to what end?
Is this the emergence of something great from a turd?
Or in this ever changing unforgiving world, just another useless bend?
All I know is as look at my newly strengthened hands,
I know that with effort these will change all the lands.
