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Things change, times change, people change, all will change.
So why do I fight what I know to be true?
Why do I stand here and try to explain myself to you?
You see me as I was, but how I no longer am.
See the things I used to be, but now I stand anew,
And everything is smoke and mirrors so it doesn't change for you.
But responsibility came and killed what hope I had.
The hope of never caring, never sharing, never knowing a hard time,
Going through life never having to scrape for every dime.
And now you see what I have become, and are you ashamed?
Ashamed to know me as I was, to know where I began?
Or does it lift your spirits to see the making of a man?
However you now see me, to one thing you cannot be blind.
You seek, I sought, I found, yet you still wander,
Not knowing where you'll be, now content to wander and wonder.
Be content, no matter where you lay your head.
Be content, no matter how hard it may be.
Be content, I have found it is the only good side of life you can see.
I was inspired on Saturday, October 11, 2003
