I look at myself

And i wonder

Is change possible

And of course I know

It is

Just review the journey

Where it started

Where it’s going

And all is change

But

Can I direct this change

Or am I flotsam

Drifting on a chaotic sea

Pushed by storms

To unknown shores

With no agency of my own

Nonsense

There is choice

And I will wrestle it

Like wild horses tied to a wagon

Though it take all my strength