I don't know where I have found myself,
I open my eyes and don't recognize this place,
I'm alone, here where I rest,
This bed I've called mine for so few days,
I look around and recognize bits of my life,
Surrounded by the unknown.
Items strewn without organization,
It's hard to call this home.
The day starts with the sun,
and ends with the moon,
but the feeling is still strange,
What ever possessed me to make this change?
How can unhappiness change to happy memories,
just because they are memories.
It takes a day, then a week,
to realize this new place will never be home
but can be something else
because misery doesn't become happiness,
sometimes happiness is marred by misery,
change is what helps us reveal
change is good...
keep thinking...
change is good...
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