I Want To Be...

Why does it always seem to be,

I must alter my reality,

To make it okay to free,

My individuality.

But my individual is glazed,

Lost in all this fog and haze,

Floating through unremembered days,

But I feel the pull to change my ways.

To have a solid place to find,

And take a stand within my mind,

To grow, tether, strengthen and bind,

To stand my ground while being kind.

I know that life's taken its toll,

And wrapped its cloud around my soul,

To make not the mouse but the mole,

Who cannot see his own gaping hole.

But I feel the pull, I know I can,

Guide myself with my own hand,

Lead myself to take a stand,

You only get what you demand.