I thought I knew the way ahead,
With plans and dreams I’d neatly spread.
I changed myself to fit the mold,
Believing I was in control.
But fate, it laughed at all my schemes,
Tearing down my fragile dreams.
I bent and broke, I lost my way,
Thinking that’s the price to pay.
I twisted truth and blurred the lines,
Redrawing maps a hundred times.
And when it all came crashing down,
I stood there empty, set to drown.
Was it for nothing, all this pain?
Did all my efforts go in vain?
But now I see, through all the cracks,
The lesson hid behind the facts.
The change was never for the goal—
It was for me, my heart, my soul.
And what I sought, that distant view,
Was always waiting in the true.
I didn’t need to fall apart
To find the strength within my heart.
For in the end, I came to see—
The truest change was being me.
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