Becoming

I'm becoming something new,

Overcome by the way i've found and lost it all,

All again in another fall, and i've seen it done a thousand times before,

And i can't believe it's gone again, that it's gone again.

Will this time provide me the means to reason

Why my anger opens up the way that i should see myself,

And maybe pass me by, When i can't take no more.

Faith won't fool me,

But i've got to believe in what i know when i lose direction.

But i've got to believe in "the only way i know is mine."

The metamorphosis begins to alter what i am, my fabric, what i am within.

When i begin to show the signs, i'll start this journey with such trepidation.