One of my desires is that those insecurities,

So rusted and worn they scarcely show displease.

Were not as twere the merest thoughts of doom,

But faded into a space unbloomed.

I should not be detained but that in the future,

Into my own I shall venture.

Fearless in standing my ground,

Or words to thoughts I have found.

I did not see how much I had changed the past,

Until others settled along my path.

To know oneself with fashions tools,

Styling the experiment where I am the mule.

They and I would find me changed,

But sure of I and what’s remained.