by Michael Sutherland
The ball drops,
The champagne pops,
And I begin to question:
What is change?
Is it natural,
Set in stone years ago
Or is it learned?
Do we change to adapt,
To thrive,
Or to survive?
Do we change in order to
Hide ourselves from the demons that
Live within?
To escape the shadows that
Follow our every move
And haunt us?
We change,
We painstakingly craft ourselves,
But is it all in vain?
At your last breath,
Ask yourself.
Was it worth it?
