Change is a cruel mistress I yearned for her to take me Mould into me Sandblasted into acute definition she Chiselled at me until I wasn't me New and different and complicated I became Better? no. No man is an island. They say. A genius alone may as well be an idiot. They say I wanted to change and I did. Am I a better person for it, I hear you ask I have hope but I'll let you know when I'm done.
