I don't know how things change dramatically over the course of just one singular moment.
Suddenly, I'm looking at everything in a new light.
I need a moment of self-discovery.
Can I afford to lose sight of what I really want?
What do I really want?
I know however that I liked the way the thunder sounded that night,
and the rain that came after made things all the better.
Why is it so hard for me to let go?
I know I liked the glare of sunlight through the windows when day broke,
and the shuffling of feet with voices outside the door.
Why is it so hard for me to accept?
I am such a predicament.