Chasing Change

I'm waiting for Change to stride through the door.

I'm waiting for her to grip me tensely.

I'm in need of Change shaking me to the core.

I'm in need of urgency immensely.

I hope that she's not as patient as me.

I hope that she is kind and soft with her push.

I hope I'm not irresolute in my plea.

I hope I'm consciously caught by Change's crush.

I'm personifying my own failings

as though I'm the victim of vicious life.

I'm personifying as a veiling

for my own lonely lack of a worthwhile life.

Change will not approach me, nor will she retreat.

Only I have the legs to chase some feat.