Why is change good?

What happend to if it aint broke don't fix it?

I used to be in a good time in my life

The days sped by and the nights were a blink

Now I go through the motions and hope I dont sink. 

I slowly try to climb back up to where I was 

Back up to where I hope to be

I don't fail 

I just find millions of ways that won't work

Each pushing me further to where I am and where I want to be

I have changed in ways that my closest friends would'nt recognize me from years ago.

I accept that and would'nt try to be back where I was

I want to be somewhere better

The past only gave me a taste of what I want

I am determined to change and overcome

I'll still be me

Not broken but fixed.