The light is cold. The day is dark.
The only thought I have, a spark.
The only breath I breathe, my mark.
In this ever changing world.
The mirror is the truth, my face.
The reflection is only mine, a trace.
I decide who looks back, I decide the space.
In this ever changing world.
What happens next is up to me.
Cage up the bird, or let it free.
The blinding sun over the setting sea.
In this ever changing world.
What Happens Next Is Up To Me
My World Changing
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008 with permission of the Author.
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