I live for change,
i thrive for change;
that change is in my blood.
that rush it gives me
keeps me up,
it keeps me on a full fast flight.
when change is distant
i feel drained
i need the switch in life...
that drama it demands gives me
a full- on great delite.
if i could hook myself to change
and drink it through my veins
i would
i'd put the needle in my arm
and never feel i'm running out,
i'd be a change junkie for sure
but this i'll guarantee:
switch up your life
and maybe you will also see
that sometimes its misunderstood,
but a little difference isn't bad
go on and see
that change is good.
YOU ARE READING
Remember me as hardly golden
Poetrypoems from the heart, written from true experience, dreams, and pain