I wander the streets at night,
and this pain,
this unaboidable, searing pain,
that controls my "being"
it changes me;
but I embrace it.
This pain is so easily
manipulated to my will,
I shape it, mold it, craft it
into so many different things,
it allows me to embrace MYSELF
and become this "free spirit"
I was truly meant to be.

(Just a thought here if I might?)- If I was to fear change as the masses do, how would I ever get close to MYSELF? I do not "own" my past nor do I regret it in the least. I do, however, realize that some of it was wasted life, although I cannot deny its attachment to my "being." but ya change is just part of being human; it is the unending struggle that occurs until death....