Some days i sit and listen to the birds,
i like to think it's transformative,
but really can i be a new person each week,
sitting ducks for change,
seeking a new beginning,
only to be left standing in awe of those who or-leap.
Often i think of how we are portrayed,
each interview shouting a different story,
scratching at the walls of rebellion,
to break a standard is to acknowledge it,
i prefer to work around the problem, protect my bubble,
rather than grab the pins from my back and shatter the world.
Change, not transformation,
it's key to survive,
but wrong to existence.
A science of balance.
