I grow fond of change
They say I should
In most moments, I plead for a miracle
On a paper, in a roster bound by reality
I list down what they wish to see

I'm still hurting
No, that can't be
They say those are petty feelings for someone as grown as me
Give yourself time
No, time never falters and waits
Right, everyone must catch up to date

Is it finally settling in? 
What? The distraught? 
The thought of being born once again? 
Being shoved into making amends? 
Oh. 
It has. 

At the drop of the ball, 
Fate draws a brawl 
Another chance to change, it says 
Play or win nothing at all 
But to embrace a lifetime of redemption is to part ways with my soul 
It is to abandon my evening prayers, 
My fantasies of the unknown, 
My fragilities, 
Myself, as my own 

As I age by the second, 
Let it be known 
That I’m still as weak as I reckoned 
And I still have brittle bones 
Yet with such sorrow 
Change shall follow

I grow wiser by the second 
I know I could 
Yet my clock ticks slowly 
As slow as it should 
I grow fond of change
I know I do
Yet I heal slowly 
As slow as to give what is due