Of the things I never knew

The thoughts of me

With drops of you

And what, why, how, and who

 

The chance to change remains

A luminescent sort of grade

To think of entities

Of what was made

And what became

 

I often think of how and why

Those changes came to be

Responsible for nothing's

No longer what I choose to be

 

Life's a state of constant motion

Fluid

Drooling over things that aren't

Unless I make them truer

 

No longer swimming through a sea

Of what I think's supposed to be

I'm choosing now

To be the pebble

Causing waves from you to me.