Reflections

Change can be good and bad
As we stumble from childhood to adulthood
The journey from one to the other is murky
And unclear.

Why should you have to change the things that
Give you your identity?
And the very definition of you?

Otherwise you become lost
And wouldn't be you
All that's left is a stranger
With your memories.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems but feedback is appreciatedxx