I really want to change

I am tired of riding the lows

I really wanna feel higher

Want to jump on my toes

But I suppose, that isn't how it goes

They say changing a person is much harder

Than changing how a river flows

I am inclined to agree

Even though I can barely write prose

Rarely does a person hate themselves when they doze

But when your mind and what you have become don't stay close

Then its dreams without sleep and nightmares without screams to snooze

If only these rhymes would help me choose

What I want to become, and what I'll be able to do

What is going to come, and how can one change, but still stay true