I must change
I feel the gout;
I keep thinking of a way out:
A welcome pleasant memory of a path
Leading me to solace and un-wrath.
Desperate to succeed,
Emotionally an unplanted seed
Having only one creed,
Fleeing the captivity of a trance-like mild catatonic stupor,
Conscientiously accepting such deplorable and unhealthy life
I blunder awkwardly and reluctantly as if this is my only course.
The power of change
Lies in determination and self-will;
Courage and self-assurance lie in the heart and soul.
Why can't I take control?
Almost a hypnotic state
With utmost grace I relate:
This existence must begin to create
A change in thoughts and feelings.
by Rodney Daryl
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