Change

Am I ready for what society has to offer,

or will I wallow in the state of no change.

Beginning to out grow this illusion I have on society.

Wanting to be mercenary, but I continue

to walk down a road that pacifys me.

My thoughts on many things in society are no longer turmoil.

I discern the change I crave.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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