Change

[myself]

Sometimes I’m terrified of change

It feels as though the ground

Is being pulled over from under my feet

Like a carpet

And I’m stumbling off my feet

I try to cling on to the curtains

In the window

But I only manage to pull them off

And fall with them on the floor



Change makes me feel so confused

So many new things I know I have to experience

To rearrange my room and with it my life

Nothing is forever, I know

But all this change and this new confuses and tires me



So many dreams have fallen down, broken

Into pieces, which have scattered around

Like broken glasses with or without water in them...



I hold no illusions, I am not naive

But I feel I am entitled at least to have dreams

Even though I am aware of reality...