Changes

 

Who I once thought I was

is no longer who I am.

My family raised me

with a single mother's two hands.

 

Been all over the wold,

soon I'll be off to Japan.

My growing pains are almost over,

but heavy weight's on my back

like I'm squatting with too much racked;

No spotters over my shoulder.

 

Never had a stable home,

but there was always some horseshit

to argue about daily

but it's all love at the end of it.

 

Funny to think, the only time

I've stayed in one place

is when I left my home for school,

and my family moved states.

 

Lost something from my childhood

that gave me direction,

started asking for directions

and got lost in translation.

 

Started feeling changes,

physiopsychologically,

not a boy not a man,

something strange in between

like a teen wetting sheets,

in the middle of his sleep.

 

Started getting healthy habits,

plugged into the universe

woke up from my hearse

and grabbed the wheel from the back seat,

steering my life away from a crash scene.

 

Funny how life is just a series of events,

but eventually things start to make sense.

Everything's for a reason,

nothing happens by chance,

so carpe momento

but memento mori.

 

No one truly stays the same,

only memories remain.

Who I am was once different,

and again it will change.

 

Changes, the only constant.

I've grown from what I've been through,

the highs and lows are equal,

I've learned to do it once,

cus I might not get a sequel.

 

Had to learn the hard way

to give thanks for what I've got.

Done growing I am not,

even though I feel ancient,

still have to show what I can do,

by showing patience

the waiting room between birth and death

can be a wonderful place

if you make it.

 

--Zen

 

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