The Great Quandray

Pondering the ways in which she could change
She started wondering, what would be so terrible about staying the same?
She sat for a while…
And fought a multitude of thoughts
Was she experiencing a touch of denial?
What would be so wrong about being herself
And…
trying to stop this denial if just for a while?

A trial period if you may
She felt as though a spark had appeared and split
A blurry line through, what she imagined she wanted
And one which was hid

But how did she know
Who she was deep down below?
Maybe if she just went with the flow
And stopped trying to change
Then she would know?

If she were trapped in a hole
She would most certainly dream she were safe and warm
Secure and comfortable
Super cosy at home

Scrabbling for a way out
Of this imaginary hole
She made a decision, which came as a vision
She would stop all this thinking and just try to listen.