Change will do you good

But will it happen again? I'm not that young chicken I used to be. I have dirt beneath these finger nails. I have much more bullet points on this list. I'm all crumpled inside when, before, droves were drawn to the smooth facets of naivety, innocence and live rage turned into the music of youthful energy and vibrant activity. I'm not the me who could bend and not break like jello. And my face now shows far too much of the incognito I'd like to cover these edges under. Simply put, I woke up and I need someone whose awake as well but won't try to beat me back into unconsciousness again.