Change

The only constant thing in life is change.life is like a seesaw,always flactuating;up and down depending on the current situation.as i look at myself in the mirror for the hundrenth time its just the old same me who has been dancing to the life's different tunes.singing to lifes varying sound groups.changes have happened most of which r desirable with a few undesirables here and there.a strive to perfection is the fuel to my big car.the indetermination.

Distant i am,from me and them,dry r my pockects overflowing are my needs.silently sitted,carefully thinking,and overtaken by wishful imagination,of how the paper will soon run to me.it aint easy confesses the nearby acquitances.the pastors believe it lies in prayers,business gurus believe its all in the smartness while the lazy and the hopefull are waiting for their day.as for me,am neither here nor there.all i want are my pockets full.

Different persons it involves,
same feeling it evokes,
humility it forces,
butterflies it causes.
Uncertainity it carries,
not to forget worries.
Epinephrine it releases,
but only confidence suppresses.
The desire to impress,
the possibility of dismissal,
keeping of hopes,
very high no matter false,
baited breath i hold,
the best i post
my hopes i keep.