I guess it's time
I get my life figured out
It's time i hit the restart button
It's time i dance to the tune of change
My heart yearns for perfection
But how imperfect i am
I am what i am and
I am what i chose to be
For the past i was haunted,
But I shall remain undaunted
This is the beginning of the end.
I kept beckoning for a new me.
Who seems to take joy, in not answering.
When will I change?
Is the question that comes
After another failure to change.
when will i see the new me?
or is self discovery a myth?
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