I’m not the man I was
Forever scarred and changed
The wrinkles clear and grey
The sands of time untamed
The sights I have now seen
Unspoken horrors deep
The fool who tempted fate
Most times feel so meek
The change to new born self?
Did not search for this trip
The life of past burned up
Feeling such ill fit
The change that must be made
If only to self save
Do not resist this path
Painful and depraved
The time it must move
With soul that must go forth
Futile resistance
And this they call it growth
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