Musings of a Monday Past

I wanted to change the world
Now I realize the world has changed me.
I wanted to help the children
Now I realize the children have helped me.

I wanted to find myself
Now I realize the way to be found is to first be lost.
I wanted to live
Now I realize the way to live is to first die.

I wanted it to be about me
Now I rejoice that it is not

Rekindle in me the flame that once burned brightly.

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Tags: God, Poetry