The Search

Changing all that I know about me,

Starting over my search of who to be,

I leave the past behind without a glance,

And put an end to my childish trance.

 

Old fantasies and beliefs jumbled,

A new person formed like a puzzle.

Bitter-sweet it is tossing memories,

Change is good, yet some I'm missing.

 

A mere rough draft is what was of this man,

A boy half drawn, still colorless and bland.

Now this bright future is starting to form,

A spark finally catching to a fire so warm.

 

Finding the things that make this heart complete,

It's a difficult search inside finding what's concrete.

The hardest search of a life that is to unfold,

Are the desires of the soul that would rather go untold.