Never know until you try
Took a world of courage
Found things along the way
Bits and pieces of who you were
Or maybe who you actually are
Proud of my progress of course
But as they say, ere the fall
Being is not always being ready
But change always changes
Definitions and retrovisions
What the fuck is wrong upstairs
Can't change what we are
The tinkering is always repaired
We just can't help ourselves
Yet in losing, there is a finding
Plod through morning routines
And keep searching, searching
For what, whatever was lost
Might never again be found
That's not really our choice
Is it
