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I suppose I was right, in the end

Or in the new beginning, or something like it

I predicted that life would fall apart

And then rebuild itself into something frightening

Something I didn't necessarily want

Something I never asked for

A lot has changed, as it always does, always will

And we learn to forgive ourselves when we can't accept it

But it pushes through us and transcends us

Pretends like we're not even here

And alters everything within and around what we have created

I had never really thought to embrace anything

I held people close, but nothing beyond

Concepts and surroundings, ideals and the like

Everything's been pretty temporary

And now I'm starving for some clarity

Or a bit of security to keep me warm

Something to cling to, to rely on, to need

To bring into me

I guess the change is to blame, the phases and their symptoms

Their lack of sympathy for my panic

And their absolute refusal to tell me how to help myself

I don't really know much of calm or anger

As I seem to exist somewhere in between

But I know of sadness

And I'm tired of having it as my guest

So the change will continue its wretched turning

And I'll be taken, against my will, along for the ride

I'll watch my world be torn asunder

Then receive my orders to rebuild it in another's likeness

And I, like you, will only frown

And lose my temper with someone that I love

Because the luck that we're granted always has a catch

And it's often the end of everything.