What is the change?
Is it the thing that sparks a fire within?
Is it a turning point that causes a spin?
Change is akin to development.
But in the state, I am in,
have I really developed?
Have I really changed?
I used to see myself as a lion in the jungle.
I belonged somewhere: at the top.
But now I feel like a lost sheep
Trying to find it's master.
In the wilderness I found myself,
Everywhere was engulfed in darkness.
I was torn between screaming
And realizing that I was dreaming.
As time elapses my memories began fading,
Leaving no trace behind.
Looking back to where I came from,
Things were very peaceful.
Standard of living blissful.
One thing I know I had back then is joy,
And now it has gone away,
But it is something I wish for all who are finding their way.