Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort

on the brink of change

I hit the ground running after the madness

I know I gotta break down to break through

I'm wounded but can't fall prey to the sadness

Second chances are quite peculiar, it's deja vu

How many forests can you burn before they won't regrow?

I rebuild this castle better each time it falls

Then look out the window and everything's still aglow

And take an axe to its newly mended walls

I'm stepping into skins of people I don't recognize

On the brink of change, testing the words falling out

Like new shirts, try them on for size, toss them aside

Trying to figure out the mystery of myself, what it's even about