I think it’s time for a change.

I’m tired, so tired,

of how the waves pull in the sand

and how the clouds reel in the sun.

I’ve led a patterned existence of tides

coming and going and coming

and staying for a while on a

couch stained with dreams

I’ll never dream again.

I’ve had a name stitched into

my skin, a reputation of ire,

intense regret and unscrupulous sin.

But I don’t want that any longer.

I don’t want to be the boy who brought

the world to its knees for a day and wake up

the man who brushed off its shoulders.

I don’t want to be the clouds taking the sun

from the sky. I don’t want to steal the

sand from castles and throw it back further

up on land.

I want to be the man that I’ve dreamed of being,

connected, vibrant, joyous, content.

I want to be everything I was told I couldn’t be.

I want to be loyal. I want to be dedicated.

I want to be perfect. Or something like it.

Or something falling just short of it.

Or something so far out of range that perfect

couldn’t describe it. Hell.

I just want to be human again, to breathe in the salt

I spit out. To feel the pain I’ve caused.

To move forward from what moves away from me.

To simply be, as I am, and as I should be.

Yeah, it’s time for a change.