I used to be...

Those were the days when I was young and cared little
When living, loving, losing and lying were simple
Confusion, conflicts and a conscience I had not
I lived as though life was forgiving and short.

That's when I used to be...

My world laid out into neat squares of black and white
Happiness and liberty were my well-earned birthright
Decisions were easy, impulsive and instant
For I was feckless and free of any repent.

That's who I used to be...

Now I'm in a different place and in a different light
Yet somehow this feels so fitting and right
My old rose-tinted glasses were actually clouded
Not by warmth, but frosty shades of self-interest instead

That's how I used to be...

There's a burst of colour in my world these days
With violets, yellows, greens, red and yes, even greys.
I splash about in waves of uncertainty and fear every minute
But now I wonder how to add to life and not what I get from it.

This is who I am...