I thought I was fine,
The calm before the storm,
It came to my mind,
I am not even in a good form.
I remember I was a stick,
Ran fast and was athletic,
What happened to me?
Did I give up on me?
It all has been happening so fast,
It has been really hard to keep track,
A lot of things have happened in the past,
Which I need to store and pack.
I will have to move on..
So I can get back my groove on!
Be the funny me.
Be the real me.
I need to plan out the present,
Because it is indeed my future,
I need to motion a movement,
That will make me a whole new creature.
So here’s to hoping for the best,
Everything else can go to bed rest,
I will fight for me,
I will become the evolved me.