I am coming to an end
There is no more disputing that
I am tired of arguing with myself.
My wild stallions have become part of a stationary Merry Go Round
My loud unrepentant ideas have slithered away like cowardly serpents
My wishes have all been played out and I have no one to blame but myself.
I was a child
Now I am an adult
I am wasted and worn out.
Screams of transparent rage.
I am coming to a beginning
A truth I wrestle with joyfully and resolutely
I am reinstalling a belief system broken down and obsolete.