I thought the world of you, i made you my world, and then i was kicked from it.
The life i made the world i made now, makes me happy, but there is a thorn in it.
I can not remove it, it is a part of me. It make me who i am.
The Thorn is a mess leftover from my past world,
The world that left me that needed to change for the better for the good,
But looking at the world from a distance,
The world did not change,
I just shook,
Left the one habitan and gained another.
The thorn in my side, is the question, why did it shake?
