Looking at the many minds
I had on my shelves,
I thought I could
find a better one for me.
I found a new one
that was all clean and shiny.
I thought that would be
the perfect one, so true,
but it was empty
making it not good
for me or you.
I found a young one
still with a little hope
and sure of things.
But it lacked experience
and could not cope.
I found a good one
that had never learned
of distrust and evil.
But it could not
speak for me
and how I wanted
to be free.
I found an evil one
that shared only
about me.
But it couldn't
let others share them.
I guess I am left
with this broken one.
I can't change the past.
I can only learn
who I was,
Who I am,
and who I want to be.
